My Best Friend

Deticated to my dog for hanging in there for almost 23 years. She's not dead, yet.

My best friend is always there,
Always in my hair,
Ready to play,
Born in May.

Fun to be around,
Not very big,
Eats like a pig,
Thinks she is a hound.

Sleeps with me
In my bed
And on my head,
My valentine to be.

She fell from above
Into my arms,
Living on a farm
Like a morning dove.

She does not live in a hut,
Never won a race,
And will not be a disgrace.

Sniffed death's but,
Laughed in his face,
And will keep on living
Until her soul reaches heaven.