When my toes are not exposed
On my fingers you do linger
With your little lapping tongue.
When my door is not ajar
With your paw you make a scar
An echo of your tiny “Let me in.”
When my day is not the best
In my lap you ask to rest.
Tell me all is well my warm and furry friend.
If you could you’d crack a grin
Instead, your leg begins to bend
As you roll and ask to have your tummy rubbed.
And when the day turns into night,
You don’t bark nor do you bite.
You know exactly where to lie and be on guard.
You were my fine and faithful friend.
We were together in the end.
I hope the same is said of me when I am gone.