Princess
This is my puppy, Princess. She was 11 years old when she passed away of uterine cancer last
week, but she will always be a puppy to me. Unfortunately, I was not there when she died; I
am away at school. She was not alone, though, my father held her head as she left us.
Princess was supposed to be our watchdog; she was a great watchdog - If somebody had
broken in, she would have sat and watched them. Either that or licked them to death.
Princess was her name, but we never called her that. To my family, she was Mudd Dogg.
She loved to dig and she always had mud on the end of her nose. There is so much to tell
about her, but it would take years. All I would like to say is that we will miss her greatly.
Here is a poem I have written in her memory.
For Princess
Since you were a little puppy, you kept us on our toes,
From the paint-dipped end of your tail to the mud caked end of your nose.
I'd let you bark all day if I could hear your voice again,
I still see you eating bubbles with an enormous doggy grin.
Everyday we always had such a terrific endless fight
To keep you from devouring every single thing in sight.
We could never train you to keep from coming in the house,
You were such a watchdog, you'd have been afraid of a little mouse.
You were so content to dig in the yard for hours,
No matter what or how she tried, Mom could never keep her flowers.
I'm sorry I wasn't with you when you left us that sad day,
I'd love to turn the clock back to just before you passed away,
I'd scratch behind your ears and then I'd kiss your spotted paws,
My tears are falling softly as I contemplate our loss.
I know that you're at peace now, you no longer feel such pain,
But it's difficult to tell myself that our loss is your gain.
I do not want to stop you as you head for Heaven above,
I just wanted you to know, Princess, you'll always have our love.
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