(White boxer)
Eight weeks old
When he came to live with me
Changing my life, filling it with joy.
I called him Wiggy because of his ears
One white the other brown
Which swept back when he ran.
Boisterous and adventurous
Loving other dogs and cats
Delighting in human company.
Loving to run and fetch a stick
Enjoying daily walks in ancient wood
Sniffing scent trails, running fit to burst.
Sitting on my lap as I watched TV
Whimpering with delight as I stroked him
Licking my face showing his love.
Dying in my arms in his fourteenth year
How I miss my grand old Wiggy
Who made my life so sweet and such a joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i used to have dog who takes care of kids playing... i remember he is very protective.