Thursday, December 31, 2009

Trubute to Willie

She was my buddy, always by my side,
A scruffy little dog with heart of gold.
She was a friend to whom love was applied,
With all the fervor that I long to hold.
A true friend who made no love 's exception,
She loved all people with love's true intent
With her wag, there was no one she would shun
Her lovely soul was to everyone sent.
All good things, especially dogs can't last,
She fed too much on ev'ry bite I gave,
The sick I gave her sent her to my past,
It was a good dog that I could not save.
I gave love freely to a mongrel pet
She returned my love freely when we met.

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