"Arf! Arf!" I can see him from afar And oh - is that a ****? Yesterday he got hit by a car It left him a big scar As the years passed by We noticed something different It makes me want to cry As the cancer cells destroyed his ligament I didn't know he was sick Until he was thin as stick And my worst nightmare came He's not the same, he became lame Then he became blind We traveled just to find The medicines that he needed But it was too late His little sight and sound of us slowly faded I guess it was the hurtful fate He was not given to last forever He was given for us to share memories together For a short period of time The sound "Arf Arf" became the best rhyme
His death anniversary is near.. I made this poem to show my love for my late dog, Bishop. He showed me the true meaning of love and loyalty. He went through a lot of challenges: he got hit by a car, he was lost and abandoned until my uncle found him, and he suffered a lot of disease. It was the hardest thing to do, letting my first love go.