Rover can no longer come out to play...

Rover can no longer come out to play
I don't know why it's a perfectly nice day

Maybe it's because of the time I swallowed his toy
I didn't mean to I just got so excited by the squeek
and the fuzz was satisfying... in that moment.


Maybe Rover can not hear my bark...if I were a
golden retriever, or a lab, or a Bernese Mountian Dog...

But I'm just me, all four pounds of me.

And with all of me I love Rover
I love Rovers black wet nose
I love his floppy ears
I even love him when he eats all my kibble or runs ahead of me.

I see he's moved his water dish
and his leash no longer hangs on the wall

I can still see his tracks in the snow
can still smell his scent
but it's not the same anymore.

I can not place my paw on why or when
but I know in soul that Rover will not come out to play

We will no longer share walks in the park
or get our paws dirty and run through the house

There will never be a moment like it was to run
after a ball with him both our strides next to eachother
smelling the same smells, and hearing the same sounds

Goodbye Rover I'm sad to see you go

--your forever friend the Yorkie