My Sweet Dog Has Died Poem by Jacson Gelato

My dog has died
it was a little puppy when I found it,
there was nothing he could do or see
when in the kennel he was hiding like a rabbit;
but when I brought him home
my dog was jumping and running
happy to be free, happy to be with me;
we spent many years together
he was my best friend indeed
he could smell my enemies and bark aloud at them.

My dog kept me healthy and happy,
we walked together miles of fields
and as I talked he listened as if he understood;
there was nothing I could give him
except for dog food and bones which he chewed
as if he was so famished all his life;
yet a dog was he which I loved very much;
and as I slept, he slept too
as I woke up, he woke up too.

We were two best friends
but on his four legs he walked
while I walked on my two;
and as autumns passed into winters
and summers streamed into spring
we never lost our friendship;
but suddenly my dog just died
and refused to open his eyes
though I called out to him a thousand times;
now I know how it feels losing a dog
for a faithful friend as him I will never find.