I called him puppy Puppy is what I called him Right up until he was gone That day was terribly grim It was so lonely by dawn He was an interesting dog Curious but he was careful Cautious on his walks With strangers he was gentle Loved chewing on tennis balls At the park he preferred a frisbee He would come when called Mostly he would stay by me A great help if you had cold feet He would lay right across them His body would provide the heat He was priceless, he was a gem Missing him is a constant event Remembering is good and bad Happy for he was my best friend And broken too, thinking I get sad Pets of any kind, you become close Spending years with them sometimes The bond will continuously grow Irreplaceable when gone, one of a kind ©Schizology I called him puppy #Puppy #Dog #poem✍🧡🧡💛
