My sweet boy, you've kept me up late some nights.
How beautifully warm you felt all curled up.
Now gone, I have many reason to write.
I'm caught walking and dreaming of you pup.

No words have I, to describe your belly.
A pitter and patter of gentle light.
Still alone I can't help but fill a cup
I've become derelict, aflame with spite!

A drink or two never hurt you my love.
I smell your scent in the walls of my home
You are a living angel from above.
what softly and tender love you have shown.

While whiskey warms my laughing, aching heart.
You are right here A freshly sharpened dart.