My best friend
His name was BJ
His hair was black
And his eyes reflected the sun’s rays
He always wore a necklace
It was red
And he always used the couch
As his bed
He slept
With his legs in the air
He was so adorable
I couldn’t help but care
Then one summer
I was with my dad
When I got home
BJ looked really bad
He had gotten a tumor
On his left hind leg
I used to hug him
As he would beg
Then on the first day
Of my freshmen year
I’m sure, in his eyes,
I saw a tear
He was taken to the doctor
To see about his leg
I didn’t know, when I said “See ya later”
That I’d never again see him beg
If you haven’t guessed yet
BJ was my dog
I used to talk to him
As we sat on a log
Now when I think of him
I can feel the tears
BJ was the one that saved me
From so many fears
I could tell him anything
That is no lie
Oh BJ!
Why did you have to die?
FYI: BJ was my dog. He died September 5, 2001. I miss him alot. If you don't like this poem thats your problem. You are, of course, welcome to make a comment just please don't be rude. When I wrote this poem my heart was breaking into pieces. So please, just be considerate. Thanks.
