Henry was a good dog
who never learned to play.
He came to us all broken
and decided he would stay.
For 8 short years we loved him
and he loved us, all three.
And every time he got in the trash
it seemed we didn't see-
For to fuss at Henry, we couldn't do
those days were past, those days were through!
Love and kisses, and goodies galore.
That was what he had in store!
Now Henry's gone.....................................
He died in my arms,
a victim of his last owners harms.