My Little Friend - Ian
Silky fur expressive eyes
Bouncing on impatient feet
Toys were scattered where he lies
But his interest was a treat.
Once he was a ball of fluff
Drinking at his mother’s side
Suckling for there was enough
Snuggling sibling pups beside.
Slowly he began to grow,
Jet black fur with throat of white,
He grew quickly others slow
Always he made playful fight.
Then one day a hopeful two
Came to choose among the lot,
When into their arms he flew
Paid the money on the spot
So began a love affair
Family and their new found friend,
Pleasant times they now would share
They hoped it would never end.
Loved the rides in family car
And his walks with children dear,
Barked at all through doors ajar
He loved having family near.
Children grew and went their way,
Pooch grew older with those years
Till at last he passed away
He left us to mourn with tears.
Dogs they say are friend to man
I can vouch that this is so,
All should have one if they can
For seeds of happiness they sow.
“© Ian Grice 2008”
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