My Best Friend

His coat was soft and silky. His eyes were baby blue.
His nose was pink and runny, and his legs were strong and true.
It really was amazing how that pup could steal your heart.
I never would imagine that a dog could be so smart.

He seemed to get in trouble from the first day that I got him.
If he hadn't been so cute, I'm sure my wife just may have shot him.
He ate our son's retainer and some four remotes I think.
If you didn't watch your sandwich, he would steal it in a blink.

When he learned to open doors, our fridge was bungee corded.
every doorknob in the house was chewed up and distorted.
In spite of all the mischief though, our home was filled with love.
I wouldn't trade him for an angel that descended from above.

As time went by, the years rolled on and he reached seventeen.
Although his hips grew weak and frail, his mind stayed strong and keen.
Then the day came when we knew his time with us was through.
And when he died, I have no doubt that part of me died too.

There hasn't been a day gone by when he didn't cross my mind.
Paw prints straight across my heart were all he left behind.
I find a lot of comfort knowing when I've met my fate,
he'll be standing there, tail wagging, waiting at that Pearly Gate!