My Dog

MY DOG

By my 10 year old son, Johan

I once had a dog
Who slept like a log
He liked to bark a lot
And laid down on his mat.

I took him for a walk
While people talk
He loved to play
On this sunny day.

And once he got sick
Not of a tick
It was of a virus
He was in a crisis.

And then he passed away
I wish he could stay
And yes, I am sad
And my day was bad.

But he will be remembered
Even if he trembled.