Tuesday, 10 February 2009

Jenny Louise Scott


My little flup dog sprightly walked with style

When she passed me by, I couldn't help but smile.


I always wondered would she be a red or pink lipstick girl

And her tail sways with such an attitude curl.


We sat through each others pain

No words said; understanding just the same.


For 7 long years we strolled together

for 7 long years through dark and light

for 7 long years she protected me

with nothing but her tiny beating Heart.

2 comments:

The Hill Family..... said...

She's ok isn't she? (she went to a new home didn't she?) Your just pineing for her?

Kim said...

Thats right Leigh,its been a year now and occasionally I find a little hair and weep.