Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”
Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”
One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…
Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”
He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
After the last one was planted, he sniffed it;
Then turned and licked Bob’s face.
Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”
Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.
Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed.
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.
Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.
Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray,
“Lord, let this day be my last.”
For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.
Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.”
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.
The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….
Stood an old dog beside the stone,
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”
He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place.
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.
She smiled through her tears.
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too. His name was Pal.”
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
I see her still in twilights shroud
At visions edge she’s standing still
She lives on for me, but makes no sound
Her presence felt , a loving glow.
She watches me with sightless eyes
The look that speaks but makes no sound
Where shadows spill she lingers now
But when I look I cannot see, just feel.
She should be here if fate were kind
My partner in the quite times
I miss the things she needed that I gave.
That giving soul that has now passed.
She waits, I know she does.
The bond that held will always be
She was my friend, my love, my charge.
Now my pain, my loss, my memory’s dear.
Copyright © charlie milne | Year Posted 2009
from his abc's
to that freaky billy jean
came a pop star
for all to love and see
from the apollo's stage
wondered if you were ready for screaming rage
for you never had a childhood of bliss
only done what was on joseph's list
a studded white glove
and white socks just because
a star on the hollywood walk of fame
for you sang and danced showing no shame
scandals of twisted truth
did not detour you from your missing youth
neverland was your own safari escape
who would figure your best friend would be a chimp of faith
michael may god cradle you in his arms
and basked in your king of pops worldly charm
will forever miss that porcelain smile
and always think of you on my radio dial
for now your at your heavens trial
may god forgive this lost and lonely child
In Loving Memory Of
Michael Joseph Jackson
Aug 29th 1958 - June 25th 2009
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2009
If I had a bottle of pills
I’d dump them out inside my mouth
Take the last few swigs of vodka
And swallow all of them down
If I had a big sharp knife
I’d drag the cold steel across my skin
If I thought for a moment it might
Bring this feeling to an end
I’d stare down the barrel
If I had a gun
Find the trigger with my finger
Pull it and be done
If I had a car
I’d park inside the garage
Leave the motor running
Till the poison filled my lungs
If I had a rope
I’d make myself a noose
Dangle there in my own doorway
Till somebody cut me loose
If I had someone to love
I'd probably treat them bad
Since that's all that I've known
In relationships of the past
If I had a heart in my chest
I'd be able to forgive and forget
But there is nothing left
Of that beating mass of flesh
So I'll just continue
Sitting all alone and in the dark
A typical evening in with the cat
Doesn't seem that bad after all.
Copyright © Lisa Hicks | Year Posted 2011
I look outside to see your paw prints among the crystal snow
The perfect markings of your day of play until my friend you had to go
On the floor lays your ball and your new Christmas toys
The perfect markings left behind from my friend that brought me joy
In my heart is where i keep you to help me slowly mend
The eternal mark left behind from loosing my trusted friend
Copyright © colleen laforme | Year Posted 2008
There's a paw print and a nose streak still on the pane
Your toy lays there so quiet with no one to play
My heart breaks but I know that you're in a much better place
As I reflect on all of our walks we took down the lane
Some say a bridge waits for you near a perfect rainbow
There's few things that bring pain like an empty window
You sat there looking out whenever I'd go
Then show your loyalty with kisses when I came back home
The pain of the waiting and watching you go
Reminds us just how fast young life grows old
Your memories bring smiles yet we want you to know
We'll forever be saddened by the empty window
Copyright © M.P. Shaudd | Year Posted 2017
If I cried a million tears, would that bring back my baby
Would it take away the pain and maybe
Fill the hole in my heart
If I cried a million tears would that fill the bed that’s empty
Would it stop the love that tempts me
Not to make a new start
Well, I’ve cried two million tears and I still long for that soft touch
But the memories of so , so much
Will never dim
For after all is done and tears have subsided
We will all be united
And I will always love him
In Memory of my little Hudson
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017
My son called me at work to let me know
Murphy was ill, he didn’t have long to go
Then he called again later in the day
To let me know Murphy had passed away
Tears flowed freely in the afternoon
Guess I never believed he would die so soon
This dog brought joy wherever he went
Unconditional love, a life well spent
Sometimes I look at his picture and smile
Sometimes, alone, I cry for a while
I knew it would hurt when he had to depart
But I can’t understand how it ripped out my heart
Friend stopped me and asked “What’s going on?”
In a barely audible whisper I said “Murphy’s Gone.”
Dedicated to Murphy, my son’s Chihuahua
Who died on May 21, 2010
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2010
It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
his untimely end.
He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends. I do care.”
Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.
So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?
We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.
Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.
He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.
“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him... oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.
And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…
There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight
to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.
“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy. You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats. It’s up to you”.
As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred. I almost cried.
On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.
But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.
But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.
For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea,
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me. Please, take me”.
“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.
In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.
Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
She was a devoted ole gal always at her best
so many days I cried hanging off her chest
down to the lake in the hot summertime
we would cool her off and swing on a vine
Every morning at five am here came Belle, now my friend
and again at six pm there Belle was ready to work again
years passed and Belle became a part of our family
we worked, we played, and we milked twice a day
Half my life she was one of my dear friends
I greeted her in summer with warm sun burnt skin
and in winter I spent my time warming them
when Belle died I can't say things were ever the same again
Belle had become more than a cow in a pen, who gave us milk
she became a babysitter, a circus act, part of the swim team, for the neighborhood
but most of all Belle had become a lonely teen's dear friend
Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2012
Ah, Pepe! My Pepe-Taco ! My Little One!
so much more than just a dog ….
how delightful, how clever, how handsome, how affectionate!
you really smiled, and really said “I love you”…..
to get my attention, you kidnapped my slipper and hid it under the bed;
you dropped the empty yogurt cup in front of my chair and looked at me, waiting;
you tugged gently at the hem of my skirt, wanting to share my potato chips;
you ate cheerios and milk off a spoon like a real person…
often i sat in the rocking chair and held you until my elbows went numb.
if you thought i was out of your sight for too long
you barked in Pepe bark code “come back! i miss you!”
last night you curled up next to me on the soft blue and white quilt
close to my heart,
and we went to sleep -
but you did not wake up……….
my heart is still listening for you...
now there is a little circle of stones out in the yard
I planted seeds there that will be bright yellow and brown flowers
like the colors of the coat you left behind.
one day I will not wake up
the soft blue and white quilt long forgotten..
and somewhere, in that Other Place,
i will hear you barking
“come back! i miss you”!
calling me Home.
Copyright © lillian waugh | Year Posted 2012
What could I say that you don't already know
One last word to share with you before you have to go
After 9 years of being loved and loving everyday
Was there really anything at all that we have left to say
I loved you every second, every moment since we met
You had the strongest sweetest soul I've come to know here yet
I think my greatest comfort since we met until you passed
Is I know I spent my time with you as if it were my last
It really didn't shock me that you didn't stay so long
The angel wings you flew in on have always fluttered strong
It's funny when I think of all the things I did, and see
If I was here to care for you or you to care for me?
And so it's time to say farewell I'll do the best I can
Until we're reunited my soft, sweet, bossy little man!
Copyright © SCOTT HARRIS | Year Posted 2014
The fire alarm went off
Water sprinklers came on
Near pups will not writeoff
Pups are my obsession
The floor and walls hotter
Dry hot air_no way out
Get faint start to totter
There's crash on door without
Master early today
He will care for me_pups
We can count on him to stay
His love grows in all ways
It's not him crash through door
He spots me; as I survey him
Shiver with pups on floor
He reaches_ touches rim
Container where pups lay
Places in pocket on coat
Fireman works swiftly this day
Concerned person take note
Who's here_need to be moved
Swiftly fireman moves now
To safety takes them improved
Flames leap; gone_ puppy chow
My life_pups was limited
Our time totally up
To be annihiliated
Fireman saved me _pups
My one_ only method
To say to him thanks_thanks
Is loving kiss slipshod
As he pets my scorched flank
(slipshod in this case:careless or messy)
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
“A Man’s best friend is his dog”
The phrase receives little refute
Anecdotal history alone settles any dispute
but he’s just a dog all he needs to be is cute
Trustworthy loyal and dyeing to please
in return asking only to sniff around the trees
checking if other dogs crossed their i’s or dotted their t’s
You bring him home because he is oh so adorable
Now that you’ve stepped in it it’s oh so horrable
making matters worse your mutt is now incorrigible
your dog will figure out how to pass the time away
waiting for you to come home even if it takes all day
you’ve had to toss the things he’s trashed away
You know all he wants to do is play
you break out the treats and teach him to sit and to stay
but this is not why he waited for for you all day -but OK
walking and fetching may be good clean fun
but long legged dogs really love a good run
understanding dogs is not as easy as it seems
dogs like people take some things to extremes
We soon discover our dogs are a lot like us
so get to know him well and don’t make such a fuss
In Memory of our beloved Samson
see related poem: Tale of the Dog That Licked Me
Copyright © Monty Newman | Year Posted 2010
I got really sick
Or else I was old,
I need to go now
My owners were told.
It happened so quick
I just went to sleep,
I hurt no longer
My owners would weep.
I went to heaven
And barked at the door,
"Please let me come in"
"I can play once more.
I know my owners
Are really so sad,
I usually was good
Yet sometimes was bad.
I had a good home
For that I was blessed,
I'll seem them again
When they lay to rest.
Copyright © Kelly Zakerski | Year Posted 2011
Walked her in the woods,
And on beaches; then crying,
We put her to sleep.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014
With a broken heart,
I say goodbye to you Jess,
May you rest in peace.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2010
I wasn't there to say goodbye
I often contemplate the reasons why
You were very sick that day
I still went to a friends to stay
My phone buzzed with the final news
That you had gone there were no clues
A dog, my friend for 16 years
I shed that worth amount in tears
Dicken my dear you were my brother
You took care of me like a mother
If I could say something to you
It's that I'm sorry and love you too
I would not want to relive that day
But it's in my memory here to stay
Copyright © Alex Riker | Year Posted 2013
Death Is Not The End
Those gone but not forgotten shall endure
in living memories in each loving heart
A testament to great love that is truly pure
crossing death's barrier keeping us apart!
Resting in meadows across the great divide
dearly departed shall embrace yet again
Our coming with love and smiles very wide
into a magnificent paradise for love and man!
They speak to us when the wind softly moans
or cool breeze wraps us on a very hot day
Gentle whispers echoing with such loving tones
so we may know they desire we find our way!
Resting so far away in that gentle goodnight
knowing time will come when we shall arrive
Waiting for the moment our souls take flight
to a realm together again, we shall be alive!
Robert J. Lindley
Note: This poem is dedicated to my good friend Jim and his beloved dog, Jerome
May they both know that death is but a brief separation......
Jim and his beloved dog Jerome have been together for 17 long years, now he faces having to let a vet put Jerome down. A agonizing decision to make but one which will end Jerome's constant and terminal pain.
Many believe that in heaven,we again shall have that which we truly loved, even our pets.. So I wrote his dedication and posted at that forum for my friend.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?
Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
Golden eyes shine still
Warm fur soft under hand
Sweet sipirt waning
Lelah D. Walters
Copyright © Lelah Walters | Year Posted 2009
From my first memories as a wide
The day when this gentle
man would come pick me up.
Though I did not know him I had no
I instantly nuzzled his neck and
nibbled his ear.
Then off for a ride to
my new happy home.
Then soon he would
to take in a rescue so I would never
He said that she was my sisi and called her Jamie
Giaco is what he chose to name me.
We had an amazing yard with squirrels to chase
In this my life I had surely found my place.
Toys and treats in endless supply
I'm one lucky dog to have found this guy.
There were times i drove him up the wall.
With my never ending, throw the ball, throw the ball.
But he didn't mind and made sure my every need was met.
I was more his son than I was ever his pet.
He made my life great from beginning to end.
I've heard people say I was "Man's Best friend"
If that's what they like to say, it's okay they can
But without a doubt, he was "My best man"
Copyright © John Berryhill | Year Posted 2013
Poor old Sammy warming his tired bones in the morning sun
the passing car excited him so he forgot his age and tried to run
I got his breakfast ready something easy to chew with an added treat
placing his bowl within easy reach in time he comes to his feet to eat
I stroke his head and I am moved to reflect on the passing of time
In dog years he is as old as dirt surely neither of us are in our prime
Yesterday he could run like a little quarter horse doing what a dog does best
Today he contents him self with short walks, gentle play and plenty of rest
When he barks in his sleep his paws are on the run
running and barking in his dream just having fun.
He’s a Weimaraner in love with a Great Dane her legs go all the way up
love is blind and he’s out of his league but that would be a beautiful pup
As he guards our home all nobel nosed wearing that doggy grin
I like to think his daydreams are of things that might have been
In Memory of our beloved Samson
see related poem: A Man’s best friend is his dog
Copyright © Monty Newman | Year Posted 2010
the old Shanghai,
that most devoted friend
doing a duty so faithfully, crowing,
rousing the farmer at break of dawn;
the proud Shanghai,
arrogantly strutting off, chest out,
white plumes advertising his place
among feathered brethrens in the farm;
the lusty Shanghai,
flirting with a harem of adoring hens
if not fighting a rooster over some slight,
imagined or otherwise, though actually
just attracting attention from other hens;
the loyal Shanghai,
keeping his farmer-friend company
through many years of rain or shine,
never demanding anything in return
just his daily feeds, a friend indeed;
late waking up one morning the farmer,
when the sun is bright high up in the sky;
damn that Shanghai not to rouse him!
rubbing his eyes, rushing to the barn
to scold the lazy fowl forgetting his job;
tears flowing down the farmer's face,
eyes on a form prone on the ground;
leaving him without saying goodbye,
the Shanghai has died in the night;
no more the old, faithful Shanghai
for him greeting a brand-new morn
when the tired world again awakens
in bold renewal, new hope bringing;
I miss that old Shanghai of mine.
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2007
Let love fly
With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes,
she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words
of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries.
Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot;
last night’s storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle;
a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught.
She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care.
It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up.
The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time’s each turn.
The bird’s soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer
flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind.
Let it fly.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Copyright © Kushal Poddar | Year Posted 2009
I wrote a poem about my mule
Emma is her name
The fact that this is not the one
My iPhone is to blame
One night while tired and somewhat bored
I looked in settings all functions stored
Many hidden most quite curious
I touched something quite injurious
When to Notes Emma’s poem to dwell on
There it was and then was gone!
Just for a moment all notes appeared
Then suddenly disappeared
iPhone what the hell did you do
Did I ever do anything to you
Why discard all my notes and thoughts
Leaving me with such a loss
Emma’s poem was filled with love
Now all I want is to get rid of
This evil machine that’s caused me such grief
And taken my work like a blasted thief
So Emma’s poem is gone forever
And I would so finally like to sever
My connection to this evil machine
That doesn’t really do anything
Dante failed to create a place
Where Steve Jobs could face his fate
A virtual place where you and I
Could digitally torment and make him cry
Then maybe we could find some peace
From iPhone blues and Apple’s Fleece
Copyright © Howard Tunick | Year Posted 2015
Poem of Remembrance
Remembering Man’s Best Friend
“God’s Lesser Children”
Who says that all must vanish.
Surely wilted flower's scent, does yet remain within its seed.
As they stood guard,
Now, we too stand
To guard the memory of selfless acts
These lesser children, who knew us well.
Our gate and stride, our scent, our call,
Each gave their lot, no less than all.
To peer again beneath that gaze and feel the nearness of where he lays.
Such sacred moments, etched in stone,
Forever sacred and mine alone.
But now it dresses you again,
You whose life these lives did hold.
Clad in friendship, from breast to knee,
A life not long, but oh so pure, it's scent and song remains in you,
with timeless honor, and future sure.
Copyright © Randy Housh | Year Posted 2015
It's been over a month since I've seen your face,
I hope you're in a better place.
When I see your saddening grave,
You seem so helpless and tremendously brave.
I'd love to be with you again,
To see you playing around in your pin.
I keep wishing on the brightest star,
Because I know just where you are.
When I look to the skies,
They remind me of your beautiful eyes.
I think you should know, my world is torn,
It takes skills, trying not to mourn.
My heart is fractured; it cannot be repaired,
The feelings from my soul cannot be shared.
Your fur so black, with specks of whites,
Remind me of the darkest nights.
My mouth whispers words of love,
Like the angelic voice of a precious dove.
Your eyes shine so lovingly bright,
To create such a beautiful sight.
I hold your image close,
Like nature does a rose.
The tears I shed are jewels from my heart,
Without you I have no idea where to start.
Missing you is all I can bare to do,
Wandering around without a clue.
Looking back at all those times I spent, thinking of you,
My heart is lacking what is needed, it needs something true.
I look over those days, wishing I could change the past,
But knowing it all came way too fast.
I'd always wanted a dog of my own,
And you were the best dog I'd ever known.
I'm sorry for all the times I pushed you down,
Instead of picking you up, off the ground.
The way your eyes used to glow,
Let your true colors show.
The date is carved in my heart,
Written on every piece of art.
And I'll keep wishing on the brightest star,
Until I'm right where you are.
I will never forget your loving face,
I know you're in a better place.
Copyright © Hannah Stultz | Year Posted 2011
Walking down the road, hungry and cold,
The dog whimpered, not knowing she was old,
Nor did she know that the man she loved,
Was trying to send her to Heaven above.
The old dog had cancer and her head would ache,
She shivered and found it was hard to stay awake,
She lay down at last, still fighting the pain
And thought of the warm house as it started to rain.
The dog had been true and had loved the man
who knew his dog was worth more than His plans,
He turned and drove back to help his old friend,
And found her fighting the pain right up to the end.
He picked up his dog and stroked the gray head,
Then drove the dog home and placed her in bed,
Turned on soft music and gazed long at his pet,
Then with hot tears of sorrow, took her to the vet.
He held his friend tightly as the vet gave the last shot,
The dog licked her friend's hand as Her world became dark.
Copyright © Patricia Leonaitis | Year Posted 2007
Roxy as the loudest rottweiler in Waterbury, an historic town in Connecticut,
Roxy was a vigilante dog, which never let a stranger or a burglar in;
once this ranch home was a haven, thanks for the love she had shown!
While I was watching my favorite movie, she joined in with interest;
I padded her to let her know that I approved of her curiosity,
and I spoiled her with foods that dogs shouldn't eat: like cookies and pastry!
On the sunniest days of spring and summert, we spent many hours playing, I threw the ball
and she would find it anywhere on the lawn and bring it back breathing heavily;
whoever says that dogs can't be human?....They have already proven that to us
by being our best friends! A dog can rescue a child from a burning house,
and jump into the coldest pool and bring that baby unharmed to safety;
and many of them take risks that we wouldn't take, to protect us in dangerous situations!
Canines have been our bodyguards since ancient times...Homer, the blind poet, had one, too,
but what they don't have is a spirit like ours, that spirit which returns, upon death, to God;
and will they ever go to Heaven with us? Our answer should be no, but the odds of taking
them with us, wouldn't be favorable, so we must leave them behind in their earthly dwelling!
When we'll be resurrected by Christ, we'll remember these loyal and dear companions
that shared our affections, our joy of loving, and our same fate: living and dying like we do!
Roxy was the gentlest and the most affectionate dog that ever lived, Roxy kept me from harm;
and what she gave was more than anyone could ever give! And my appreciation and gladness
were demonstrated in my caring ways: making sure she was well-fed and had plenty
of water to drink, when I would be gone for hours...and on my return, she would greet me
with a loud bark, and licking my cheeks, she jumped on me and tickled me with her paws!
Roxy was a gift from a neighbor who died alone; she entrusted her to me, and called me son!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009