In Loving Memory of Pierre

What a precious little pup,

Pierre was his name.

A black Toy Poodle,

My Grand dog he became.

Pierre was an inquisitive little dog,

He liked to look around.

Going from room to room,

His energy did abound.

 Pierre was a people dog,

Being alone he did not like.

As Carol would leave the house,

He would grab at her and try to bite.

He was quite at home

When he would visit here.

I would give him treats,

He liked them, it was clear.

Pierre had a Sister, Penny,

With whom he romped and played.

Together they were quite a pair,

For each other they were made.

Pierre grew older and had

Cataracts on both eyes.

He could no longer see the flowers,

Or look up into the skies.

It was not easy to get around.

Life was scary in the dark.

He relied on his sniffer

For those walks in the park.

Our Maker knew that it was time

For Pierre to come on home.

 Pierre entered Doggie Heaven,

Forever free to roam.

Here, praise be, Pierre could see again,

There were friends to play with every day.

He could romp and frolic to his heart's delight,

A free spirit became his way.

Loving friends he left behind,

But they will join him someday,

What a reunion that will be,

Joy, joy, joy, O happy day!

What a cutie and a sweetie,

This little guy, Pierre.

His memory lives in our hearts,

He was so very dear.

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