a harness red,

short legs that flew past sand and grass,

past rising tides,

upon the bed,

a friend like no one to the last.

Expressive ears,

a whiskered nose,

head cocked, joyous, running wild,

no hurt, no fear,

a blooming rose

with loving licks for every child.

Bright amber eyes

forever dear

will long outlive our awful scar

as way up high

and burning clear

they'll live forever as a star.