he knows how to fetch a ball
and always comes when you call
he likes frisbee and dad's old shoe
gets a little nervous around anyone new
he likes to give kisses but he has bad breath
i wanted to send treats but there aren't any left
he was the first best friend i ever had
and i'm trying so hard not to be sad
mom told me angels would take him home
but we were his family, where he belongs
he's not just any old dog, he's smarter than that
the only trouble we had was him chasing the cat
but he would lay with me night after night
and having him near me, the world felt right
the way he'd jump up on me and try to dance
if he thought there was danger, he'd tug at my pants
and he'd listen to me, when no one else would
i'm not so sure if he ever really understood
but he'd lick my face to show that he cared
so i'm holding on to the good times we shared
i know you'll take care of him until we meet again
remember that he's special, he'll be a good friend
a scratch behind the ear will make him feel better
and i sure hope that you get my letter
and i hope that there are milkbones in heaven