She was a tiny ball of fur that claimed my heart at first sight.
She claimed our bed and slept curled 'neath my chin at night.
A bond was forged on loyalty, devotion, and the love shining in her eyes so bright.
I would throw the ball, she'd dash to it, then sit and bark at me in jest.
Yes, she trained me well in her favorite game of fetch.
My reward was paid in puppy kisses, and they were the best.
Five pounds of mischief that usually got her way,
always by my side both night and day.
As she grew, the bond became ever stronger, and still holds fast today.
Impish little ball of fur, but she had the heart of a tiger.
She chased strays from the yard, tho' she was twenty pounds lighter.
There never lived a dog who's spirit and courage was mightier.
Sometimes at night I can still feel her curled up sleeping 'neath my chin.
Twelve wonderful years of love and companionship, that her death did not end.
God willing, the bond holds, so that when my life ends,
there in the After Life, will be waiting, my best friend.