I miss the beat up dog house,
On the top of the hill,
Where my shaggy bestfriend would bask,
Quiet and still,
I remember the day they tore it down,
I miss the squeaking of your wheel,
And the soft sound of you chewing,
Where my bestfriend would snuggle,
I remember the day we emptied it out,
I miss the quiet shuffle of paws across the dresser,
The claws batting and my toes at three am,
And the soft wet nose on my hand,
I remember the day I carried all your stuff upstairs,
Bundled you up, and watched them drive away with you.
Each time I cried, but the last time I cried loudest.
See my bestfriends had four legs and fur,
Now they're all gone now the haunting thoughts have no cure.