Little
Cute
Fluffy
He was
Tumbiling and Stumbiling about
On his four little puppy paws
He would grab the water hose and chew
In his eyes
Was the reflection of the dassies that pused up through the ground
Long, shaggy fur
And big chocalate eyes
You bounced around as the years flew by
And I began to wonder
What would it be like if you were still here
How I loved you
But your life was brought to an end
Not even seven years old
You had a tragic end
Posion
I swore I would find you enemy
But never have I
My belifes now are that he was the one
And never will I forgive him
My dear old friend
Spike!