Doggone

  I think wrote this when I was seven years old when I heard that my aunt's dog died.  I sent it to her in a sympathy card to give her my support during a sad time.  I had known and loved that dog for years.  It still makes me cry just thinking about her (the dog, not my aunt).

Doggone

The dog outgrew its days of play
Had its share of happy days
So the dog spread its wings
and wagged its tail
An then she flew away