The day our dog lost his mind It was the same year you left Not a word or warning Except you were already away a whole month Frail and deathly pale I still believed you would return So the fool and well advanced in numbered growth child I was Stood by the window still This thing called life How cruel and most vicious Taking you from your young 5, a better half And the one brown & cute little puppy Who growled and barked himself to insanity
Have a wonderful weekend, and thank you always!!!
Boomie Bol 