Man’s best friend,
Her years came to end.
Born in winter,
Passed in summer.
Small but fast,
Refusing to come in last.
Dog shows here and there,
Running away to give me a scare.
Playful and full of energy,
From nothing she would flee.
Picked out from brother and sister,
Only one to play with me from the litter.
My dog was a great Siberian Husky,
My dog was named Zoe.
Her eyes were blue,
Her spirit was true.
White, gray and black fur,
Fetch was not for her.
Summer she relaxed in her pool,
Winter she ran around like a fool.
Old and sick she became,
Only time to blame.
Childhood companion to teenage friend,
To the vet I had to send.
My dog was a great Siberian Husky
My dog was named Zoe.
Feb 9, 2011
Feb 9, 2011 at 1:31 PM UTC
Man’s best friend,
Her years came to end.
Born in winter,
Passed in summer.
Small but fast,
Refusing to come in last.
Dog shows here and there,
Running away to give me a scare.
Playful and full of energy,
From nothing she would flee.
Picked out from brother and sister,
Only one to play with me from the litter.
My dog was a great Siberian Husky,
My dog was named Zoe.
Her eyes were blue,
Her spirit was true.
White, gray and black fur,
Fetch was not for her.
Summer she relaxed in her pool,
Winter she ran around like a fool.
Old and sick she became,
Only time to blame.
Childhood companion to teenage friend,
To the vet I had to send.
My dog was a great Siberian Husky
My dog was named Zoe.