My little black dog

I have dog

As little as can be

His fur is black

With new grey streaks

I have a dog who is getting old

And still bounces and greats the day

With joy.

He keeps me laughing

Through the pain

When it seems the

Demon will win

When I just want to give up

My little dog keeps me going

For yet another day.

He is getting old

My little black dog

And I know one day

He will be gone.

I think that will

End me. For how can

I hope to go one

Without my little black dog

We take each day

As they come, one at a time.

Until the day he crosses the rainbow bridge

My little black dog. Who I love so much