Golden fur and chocolate eyes,
She loved being pet,
and barked at flies.
Not the brightest pup
but she was mine
She didn’t know a ball from a rock
but that was fine
I remember ten fond years
of play-time, fetch, and catch.
Just talking about it brings up tears
and sorrow weighs heavily on my chest.
And if you’re wondering why I still cry,
it’s because I never got to say goodbye.