318. R.I.P Sheba Poem by Jaden Knight

She was small in stature but big in heart
a fighter to the end
a little West Highland Terrier
who I was happy to call my friend

She mixed well with other dogs
although she couldn't match them for pace
her tail was always wagging
and a smile was on her face

When she was a puppy she was amusing
as she could not bark to speak
but her efforts were said to be funny
and earned her the nickname "Squeak"

Old age seemed to slow her down
as her play friends around her died
I don't think she knew what was going on
but I know that she would have cried

Now she herself lies sleeping
and has rejoined her puppy friends
running and playing with her bestie
rest in peace my little Westie