My Best Friend

He always knows when I shed a tear,
Laying his head on my soft pillow.
He makes me smile and forget the fear,
Drooping like an old weeping willow.

His nose is wet and cold next to me,
As he nuzzles up to make me smile.
His fur is soft but he cannot see.
For years he has loved me all the while.

He has always been my one best friend,
Even when I left him for so long.
He does not even have to pretend,
Making me sing a happier song.

I wrote this poem for my best friend, my dog Bato. He has been my best friend for 9 years and is now going blind.

Thank you for reading my poem and I hope you enjoyed reading it.

By Bella Russell

© 2008 Bella Russell (All rights reserved)


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