It was the 30th,
and on our way to bed
you collapsed on the stairs.
All night long we sat up together.
Panting faster and faster,you refused to sleep.
On guard and faithful to the end,
My blonde black doggy friend
who understood my tellings of the times we'd shared
and how much I loved you.
A sigh was heaved as the sun came up.
Then you were gone.
So on New Years' Eve I lay alone with a picture of you.
Thank God you missed the fireworks.