There once was a pup named Bonnie,
Spotted black and white and on’ry.
One look and I knew that she was home;
A piddler she was; the town she did roam.
Raised with love, but never did she trust,
Always close by, but distance a big must.
A proud hunting dog she did grow to be,
With a promising future that all could see.
Despite faults and quirks she was our baby.
Over time would she turn? Maybe, just maybe.
She would cautiously cuddle on the big chair.
Paw at our legs for pettin’ and nuzzle our hair.
One morn a girl entered her life – a poor fateful day;
Despite our cautions, she just wouldn’t stay away.
Low growls and a curled lip warned the girl to stay back,
Grabbed Bonnie’s head for a kiss, her face sustained an attack.
We still have her brother Buck, although a wee bit shy –
We bow our heads in sadness; that Bonnie had to die.
Author notes
P A L O S Z O O
22. Write about the death of a pet.
Comments
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well written. I like rhyme and even though this is sad, I like it. Lovely graphic to go along also. Thank you for entering.
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This is so sad and well written. Thank you.
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Oh this is sad and sweet and full of love for Bonnie, I love it and love you for the heart you show to all animals
C
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