My doggy was my baby,
my sweet little baby,
I wouder why he died,
maybe, it was his time,
but nearly at the age of nine,
I don’t think so,
I remember looking at him through my window,
though, he never stayed in one spot for longer
then 3 minutes,
he always had his favorite tree to go and pee on,
he would wressle around, until dawn,
but now
our lawn is empty, he’s gone,
I miss him so much,
I want him back,
I want to pet his soft head,
I want him back to put in his lonly bed,
I wonder what was going through his head,
before he left us with the memory of being dead.
if I could have one last word, with my little baby,
I want him to know he will always be in my heart,
and on my mind, that sweet little one,
he was and is my best friend,
and will be,
until the world ends.
| Rayleen Cobb |