by Amy Tussing
Your brown eyes, short fur, perked ears
Always consoled my worries and fears,
Your tongue often licked away my tears,
Bonnie Bell, you were such a dear.
To you, Death would come, never-
You would live forever and ever
But my dear, you had cancer,
You were in pain,
How I cried in the drizzling rain.
Bonnie Bell, three days before Christmas,
You passed away,
But still I'll remember you, always.