Her name is snow

Her name is snow, her fur is white
Unlike her siblings she had no spots in sight

She is gentle, quiet and sweet
She loves to impress and get many more treats
She loves to go outside, make new friends with one stride

Precious is her silence where it settles to make you stare
She looks right back at you with such warmth and no scare

Her name is snow and I love her
took her in my arms like I just had a daughter
But now she is old 60 dog years to be exact, and we're spending her years to best that we both can

Reviews

[Cherrie]

Sweet, and a well paced piece of poetry. A very enjoyable read.

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem for your dog. Our dogs, best friends, who will never befriend us. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Sweet poem about the joy your Snow gives you. They aren't called man's best friend for nothing.