A name chosen well for you.
Every time I visited my friend,
your little feet would pit-pat-pit
right straight up to the door.
ESPECIALLY when mom came.
My friend was allergic, and
you absolutely loved my mom.
So we welcomed you with open arms
and very open hearts into our home.
When I first saw you in the house
it was strange, I wasn't used to hearing
your pit-pat-pit towards our door,
but it would be a sound that I would
give anything to hear one more time.
For six years you brought light into our house.
Sometimes you were so obnoxious,
and other days you were quiet as a mouse.
But no matter what, we loved you.
I watched you today, as the thunderstorm
went on. You were always afraid of them,
I needed to make sure you were okay.
I handed you food, your water dish,
you wanted nothing.
Then you were starting to pass.
My mother screamed and cried
as my brother and I tried to calm her.
She didn't want you to go.
But you had to.
Simple as that.
It was your time.
But we all weren't ready.
The last goodbyes were painful,
I've never seen my father cry like that.
Neither my two brothers, but I guess
that's how important you were
to each and every one of us.
And you lived up to your name.
You lived up to it, to the very last moment.
I love you little dude, and I'll miss you.
Rest in peace buddy.
(I put a trigger warning for death right at the title in case, I didn't want someone to go through the whole poem to find it right at the end.)
RIP Rascal, you were the best dog I've ever known.