My grandma owned a cute toy red poodle, and after she passed away, we got her. We grew to love her and she became ours. I loved that little dog and I think she was more mine than anyone else's, but not purposefully. We all loved her a lot though, and she loved anyone that would pay attention to her, and loved you even more if you gave her food :)
We lost that cute little red thing in October. It was so sad and heartbreaking, but at the same time, she was out of pain and wasn't sick anymore. She was almost 14 years old and led a good, long life. I was also glad that she was reunited with her first parents and my aunt, who also loved her so much.
I have never written a poem about a dog before, so this is my first attempt.
Dearest Zoie Bear
I remember when you were just a puppy
You played and played and played
You could wear out six adults
And still have enough energy for six more
I remember when you were learning tricks
And we'd give you Cheerios and Fruit Loops
The only thing you ignored was "stay"
You did it great until we left the room
Then you didn't have to stay anymore
I remember when we brought you home
And you weren't sure at first
You grew to love us, and we loved you
When I left for a few months, you missed me
You would look for me every day, more than once a day
I missed you too, and we were both happy to see each other
I loved to cuddle you and hold you close
I would give you too much people food
You were too cute to say "no" to
It was hard to say good bye
I know it's not the end
And you are with your 'mommy' and 'daddy'
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