We played fetch with a stick.
  You'd wag your tail with a flick.
You protected us late each night.
  God forbid should a burglar you sight.

We'd walk in the park you by our side.
  We'd parade you around with definite pride.
You were so happy, you gave us such joy.
  And oh how you loved your pork chop toy.

Your gentle ways always made us smile.
  You never gave us hard times or trials.
God called you to him we'll miss you so.
  But we understand you had to go.

May God keep you safe in his loving arms.
  We'll never forget you or all your charms.
Rest easy friend we'll think of you often.
  And when we do our smiles will soften.

  Ramona Logan