Eros was named after the Greek god He was large, black, and hairy He was a Newfoundland and a new-found love to everyone he met He weighed 155 pounds, half of which surely was heart There was no creature that displayed more love or more character than Eros He loved most everything and everyone But more than anything, he loved a cat He followed that cat everywhere He would have done anything for that cat But the cat showed no love in return She would turn her cold nose up at the sight of Eros She dreaded his clumsy stride Always followed by a wet tongue dripping drool and a heavy tail But Eros loved her nonetheless He followed his heart wherever it led him And the world was a better place because of him Eros' heart never failed anyone but himself Because of a heart defect he died at the age of eight Seemingly everyone mourned the loss of Eros Everyone but the cat The cat went about her business The same cold, finicky cat that Eros loved unconditionally It seemed that the cat felt no loss at all Don't be fooled Late at night, once in a while The cat can be seen and heard perched atop a window sill Looking off into the darkness In the distance, a dog barks and her ears focus Listening for the clumsy footsteps and swooshing tail of a ******* dog With a long wet tongue and a big bad heart