Tyson
The day we met,
you were in a cage
When our eyes locked I felt your pain.
You wanted a home to call your own,
and from that day I knew I would never be alone.
I took you home and you were so scared,
but after a while your fear turned to care.
Your love was shown by the wag of your tail,
and the kisses you gave wet my face all too well.
A bad day goes away when I open the door,
for you are always there to make my bad day feel so small.
Very easily my best friend you have become,
and I cant imagine my life the day you'll be gone.
I love you Tyson, my boxer friend
I will always be with you until the end.
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