"Blind Bubba and the Three Black Bitches", the name of our pack.
The center of our lives, no attention they lacked.
Squirt, Bear, Duchess, Misty, at one time there were four,
With wagging tails at the step of the kitchen door.

For most of his life, our Squirt lived in the dark
But he seldom complained or yet alone barked.
With Bear he would sing, I must say quite off-key
His head held so high, proudly serenading me.

Squirt couldn't run fast or ever chase after balls
But long walks we took, while camping in fall.
On the beach he would search for a seafood delight
And munch it quite happy, its taste was just right.

We called him "Bubba" for many long years
Supplies of food and water he stored in those ears.
For food was his pleasure, and made him quite plump,
Down the road Squirt would go, leaving artistic dumps.

When the frig door opened, he'd pop wide awake
and he'd wait with anticipation of a big juicy steak.
Between the cupboard and Dad, close to his feet
Squirt sat in the "drop-zone" awaiting a treat.

On a great shopping mission, with Squirt in tow,
Bubba Fridays with Mom, and to WalMart we'd go
For what made him happy, was just being with you
And a biscuit or duck bone, or maybe quite a few!!!

When it came to love, Squirt was filled to the top
And for 17 years, his love never stopped.
His body was weak but his will never ended
As we say with great sorrow, "GoodBye Dear Friend".