Boots

Every night at suppertime
I'd come home to a friend of mine
An ordinary mutt with fleas
But Boots just meant the world to me!

God short-changed his pedigree
But he gave Boots personality
So brave; he'd run when birds would land
So fierce; he'd lick a burglar's hand!

When Boots would make my temper rise
He'd whine like to apologize
Then melt my anger with his eyes

Memories are hard to take
A car – then Boots – then a squeal of brakes
And my whole world came tumbling down
'Cause Boots just lay there on the ground

Tears made Boots so hard to see
But if dogs can smile, he smiled at me
And then as if to say "so long"
He raised his paw; then Boots was gone

I know it's hard to understand
But "Boots" was more than just a friend
He lived to love me to the end.

But now it's almost suppertime
And God I miss that dog of mine
His trust, his love, his loyalty
Boots, you meant the world to me!