You’re not an old doggy yet
But I know eventually you’ll start to gray
I remember when we first brought you home
all you wanted to do was sleep and play
You were just 9 weeks old, so tiny but growing every day
Now your paws have gotten bigger,
and your zoomies fill the hall.
You are still chasing toys and wagging tails,
though you don’t seem quite as small.
You greet me every morning,
With those bright and loving eyes,
A loyal friend through all the years,
A bond that never dies.
One day your steps may slow a bit,
And silver may touch your face,
But no matter how the seasons change,
You’ll always have your place.