Poems and Thoughts

Missy

Missy didn't start out as mine, she belonged to my friend and we all played together after school.

I was a boy in elementary school growing up poor but I was happy and content and ecstatic when Missy came to be mine.

She had to live outside but that was ok, we got her a house and I fed her and we played everyday.

She was my first and like another friend or family member to me.

I regret I was young and probably could have treated her better at times

Like when she had babies twice and both litters ended up dying.

But through the years I had Missy we were both happy and spent plenty of time together up until that day I came home from school and found her under that tree.

Missy was dead and I still don't know the reason. But I cried that whole day as I buried her alone in my backyard.

Missy was all black with beautiful short fur she was mixed with Labrador and who knows what other breed and was the most friendly pup I knew.

Thank you Missy for the memories and being a friend and a family member I'll never forget.