Our Side of the Mountain
HE WAS MY PRIDE AND JOY
THE MORE I THINK OF HIM THE MORE I CRY
HE WAS VERY CUDDLY AND VERY SHY
HE LOVED HIS BLANKET BY THE DOOR
I MOVED HIS FOOD FROM THE TABLE TO THE FLOOR
HE ATE THAT AND CRIED FOR MORE
HE LOVED TO WALK BUT NOT TOO FAR
HE WORE A COAT OF MANY COLOURS
THAT I BOUGHT AT THE SECOND HAND STORE
HE LOVED HIS BATH BUT NOT SO MUCH
HE WOULD REST UP THEN GET READY FOR LUNCH
HIS TEETH GOT BAD AND THEN HE GOT SICK
THE DOCTOR SAID THAT HE COULDN’T BE FIXED
SO HE RAN AWAY AND NEVER CAME BACK
I LOVE MY DOG BUT NOW HE’S GONE
I HOPE THAT HE WILL FIND THE PATH
WHERE ALL THE GOOD DOGS ARE GONE
SWEETIE WAS MY BEST FRIEND
I WISH HE COULD COME BACK AGAIN
Harriet Meade