Never Leave

Eleven years.

A soft fluffly mess,

a tangle of extra skin and too big ears.

Eleven years.

Soon to be twelve,

but most say nine.

The snores in the night,

Who needs ocean noises

by their bedside

fake and distant.

When you could have the perfect

immitation of a freight train.

A secrect keeper.

Loyal.

Loving. 

Gentle.

Always happy and a pillow

when you can't find comfort.

My best friend.

A cliche I know but still,

He makes me happy.

When he's gone...

...When he's gone a piece of me will go as well.

A dog is man's best friend.

That's not some silly saying.

He really is my best friend.

I love him.

I'll go through heaven and hell

with him by my side and 

need nothing more.

He's all I need.