Her color was bright at the sunlit park;
We played fetch near the shadow of an oak.
Her joy in the form of a frivolous bark,
Like a laugh as if I told her a joke.
This memory I bear is deep in my breast,
And I shall never forget my love for her.
I said goodbye and laid her down to rest
As I brushed her cheek and stroked her fur.
My hands were licked, her way to say goodbye,
And I muttered a few words of sorrow.
I felt she was ready and soon would die.
I knew I would not see her tomorrow.
I sat there and hoped this wasn’t the end.
She was more than a dog, she was my friend.