Patch

You were a puppy when you were found in a box,
on the side of the road.
You were a gift to me and to the rest of the family.

You grew up with me since I was a little child,
allways there to be my anchor in a storm.

We played all the time you and I,
but as the years past we grew older.

You were protective of us when you needed to be,
and a mother when you were needed.

You kept the monsters at bay when I sleapt,
and you never complained when I cried on you.

You never growled at me when I told you things,
you never looked at me funny when i was being me.

You were a good dog to me Patch,
but then the years became too much.

You were strong even though you had cancer,
you never once gave up and just died.

Yet you were silently suffering and it was hurting us,
hurting me the most.

Now you are resting in peace,
finally pain free.

Though you were taken from me I know,
that you are still here for me.

Allowing me to cry on you,
and never giving me a funny look.

Though you are gone now,
I know that you will forever be with me.

I still cry over your loss but I also rejoice for your life.

You were such a good dog to me.

I will always love you.

Patch.