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.

nostalgiapetsrhyme

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