Intellectual Introspection

goodbye, dog

his black and beady eyes stare into my soul

capturing and telling a million stories yet to be told.

his furry golden coat flourishes under the bright blue sky

and there's no way that in his presence that I could cry.

Thanks, best friend, for being there for me

putting a paw out for me, and causing my glee

And yes, I know, you're getting ready to leave

your wrinkles on your snout carve the memories we've had, long enough to read.

I'll miss you, old friend.