Memories Are Made of This

Ben,our springer,brown & white was our teen-daughter's delight; Bred by the famous Shand-Kydd causing us to part with fifty quid. He soon grew,chewing chairs forever racing up our stairs; We'd no idea what he would be the harum-scarum,we now see A sporting dog,much too inbred so to the vet,our footsteps led; A day so filled with tears, engraved upon our yesteryears. Soon, we were given Bess black&white,collie-cross,no less; Perfect in temperament,ready to please walking her,my mind at ease. Each night to her bean bag she crept in the kitchen , cosy,she slept; Welcomed all with wagging tail without a fault,she could not fail. A pet no one would ever trade her picture now in cross-stitch made to remind loyalty of that lasting kind No replacement,could we to find.