Christmas puppy, five years ago,
Bundle of fur in time of snow,
Cold wet nose and waggly tail,
Always a friend and without fail.
Always she told us somebody was near,
Because of her bark we didn’t fear,
‘Cause to her people she was a friend,
Giving a warning that’s come to an end.
Day after Christmas, right over there,
Somebody hit her; it isn’t fair.
Why would a person hit her and run
And never own up to what he had done?
My friend is gone and I’ll always miss
Her happy and sloppy doggy-wet kiss.
A good dog like Lady is more than a pet:
A dog and a boy, one happy set.
And now I know when a big boy cries
‘Cause it’s so hard when his dog dies,
And hot wet tears run down my face,
And this boy’s heart has an empty place.
| David and Brenden Moholland |