When I was just a little babe,
He gladly came into my short-lived life.
Just a pup he also was,
Who would have known he would greatly change my life.
A big old guard dog he looked to me,
A fluffy brown bear and a pillow to sleep.
When I rested my tiny head on his soft stomach,
My eyes shut so fast there was no reason to count sheep.
A playful pup he really was,
So strong that he dragged me along the rough sidewalk,
Yet when I cried my big brown eyes out,
He came back and tried apologizing in his own talk.
He really, truly cared for me,
In spite of the fact that he could never say it to me.
Always there for me to lean on,
Trying to be the best dog he could ever be.
If he ever really could,
He would tag along with me wherever I go.
I'd have him travel the world with me,
Going to places that existed he didn't know.
Together we have endured much,
For he's been here a little over 12 years.
His energetic life may not last much longer,
And that's one of my deepest, darkest fears.
What could fill the bottomless pit,
That would nearly take over my once whole heart.
I believe it would stay there forever,
And my grieving heart would slowly fall apart.
Very little time is left,
And whatever in the world shall I do but see,
My wonderful dog slowly drift away.
I truly wish this is not how it had to be.
He's still the bear he always was,
Big, brown, ferocious, but still very caring.
Though he weakens each and every day,
A part of him is still very daring.
His big old puppy face still smiles at me,
And I will never forget the memories I've had with him.
That tough old dog is sure top notch,
Someday, he'll enjoy being up in heaven with Him.
*this poem is a ballad...which is made of quatrains where the second and last lines rhyme*
