She was Precious to me,
The only thing that made me happy.
Everywhere together we went,
It was like from god she was sent.
Usually I keep her close,
But one day I forgot her rope.
Down the road comes a land rover,
then suddenly her life was all over.
My little brother said 'Precious went to bed.',
But I knew my little doggy was dead.
I think you had a friend in that dog, I liked your poem, a very good write
Oh sweetheart! Hugs to you. I know how it feels and I would add - it's not your fault. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A precious poem indeed...on a precious pet....well penned