There once was a pup named Bonnie,
Spotted black and white and on’ry.
One look and I knew that she was home;
A piddler she was; the town she did roam.
Raised with love, but never did she trust,
Always close by, but distance a big must.
A proud hunting dog she did grow to be,
With a promising future that all could see.
Despite faults and quirks she was our baby.
Over time would she turn? Maybe, just maybe.
She would cautiously cuddle on the big chair.
Paw at our legs for pettin’ and nuzzle our hair.
One morn a girl entered her life – a poor fateful day;
Despite our cautions, she just wouldn’t stay away.
Low growls and a curled lip warned the girl to stay back,
Grabbed Bonnie’s head for a kiss, her face sustained an attack.
We still have her brother Buck, although a wee bit shy –
We bow our heads in sadness; that Bonnie had to die.
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So sad, Bonnie's story. I've had animals put to sleep because of bad health from old age and it's so difficult. It's good you have another one. Warm Wishes, Marilyn
Hello Kim, what a sad story. It always hurts to loose a good pet. I enjoyed and thanks. Loyd PS If you have time please see my poem An Unusual Romance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another very fine piece of work in my estimation. Bill Grace