Sir Winston Vanduffer
That evening, my dad brought him home
He sniffed, and he wanted to roam.
With wrinkles, of brown and some white
Surely, he was quite a sad sight
We spoiled him, right from the start
To the upstairs, he sure would dart.
Over chairs, and under the beds
He ran fast, when we turned our heads.
An English bulldog, that you were
For your first name, began with Sir.
People feared him, when they would meet
He once dragged, me across our street.
One day, he had run down the hill
Chasing after him, took some skill.
Mom had used whitening, during his bath
He turned blue, and we all just laughed.
He loved sleeping, in his own drawer
Dad’s work hat, he so often wore.
The laundry, sometimes he had got
That would get mom, mad quite a lot.
To the building, on Friday nights
He would sit, and watch all the sights.
Protection, is why he would come
Just seeing him, would frighten some.
His own shadow, he feared at that
Cowering, when seeing a cat.
He would bark, and growl to look mean
It was always, the cutest thing.
We had loved him, right from the start
For he captured, many a heart.
His waddle, and curly-Q tail
Slowly, he became quite frail.
Mom had taken him, to the vet
Hoping his time, was not up yet.
For he had gotten, very sick
She was relieved, that he went quick.
A better place, we know he’s at
He’s probably wearing, someone’s hat.
We sure miss him, but know his fate
He’s in heaven, guarding God’s gate.
Copyright © Kelly Zakerski | Year Posted 2009
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