My Old Boy
By Joeysguy

I’ve written about a little dog that I had
But little Maggie was really bad

I had to return her, she was to much for me
All over the house she would **** and ***  

So again it was just my old Bandit and me
His health getting worse even just to see

After I lost my wife
He helped me go on with my life

Then I had to face that tearful day
To put him down was so hard to say

I still look for him in his usual place
The rooms are empty I don’t see his face

More pain and more tears
It hasn’t stopped these past years

He gave me loyalty and love
Now he’s also in heaven above