He wasn't a pure bred,
Some would call him a mud blood.
But besides that he was loyal and trustworthy,
Like everybody should.
We were always together,
Through thick and thin.
Mi hermano, mi amigo, my friend.
Oh the good old days how I wish they were here once again.
We slept in the same bed,
Sleeping and cuddling,
But now things have changed,
Drastically.
I will never be able to run my fingers through his soft hair,
But I still reach for him,
And nothing will still be there.
I can still remember how he would whine for food,
And even when he growled when he was in a foul mood.
We would play, run, and have nothing but fun,
But now all of those good times are done.
I will never see his slobbery face,
We will never again have our annual race.
When I am alone in our backyard swinging,
I can here him call me,
Almost singing.
Under the tree no grass ever grows,
Hiding all of our pain and sorrows deep down below.
Sometimes when I am alone,
He comforts me in the only way he knows.
With a tilt of his head and a gleam in his eye,
He whispers one last thing to me,
Goodbye.
So once a year I visit this magnificent place,
Where I last saw my dogs happy face
