She had a lot of other toys,
She liked to play with too.
She would always run after them,
When I threw them across the room.

I gave her water,
I gave her food.
And when she ate,
She was in a good mood.

She was with me since I was born,
She was my best dog friend.
I knew I would always be with her,
Until the very end.

Well, the last day came,
When I was eleven years old.
The last day she was with me,
That day seemed very cold.

I cried in the car, I cried at home,
I even cried in my bed.
But the time I cried most,
Was when my dad admitted that she was now dead.

I tried not to cry,
To be brave for my mom that day.
But I couldn't help it,
But I couldn't help it, I ran in the bathroom,
And for a few minutes there I stayed.

When I felt better,
I came out.
I ate my food,
In a sad sort of pout.

I know I will see her again,
When I die.
So there really is no reason,
Why I should cry.

I will miss her forever,
And that's a fact.
No one can change my mind,
And that's that.