Wiggy Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

(White boxer dog)

Eight weeks old when he came to live with me
Changing my life, giving such love and joy.
Called him Wiggy because of his floppy ears
One white, other brown, swept back when he ran.
Boisterous, adventurous, sweet with dogs and cats
Enchanting in human company, always happy
Loved running fetching sticks, taking daily walks
Sniffing scent trails in woods, running fit to burst.
Sitting quiet upon my lap as I watched TV
Whimpering with delight when I stroked him
Licking my face showing his rewarding love
Died in my arms in his fourteenth year.
Oh, but how I miss my grand old Wiggy
Who made my life so satisfying and full of joy.