Dog Called Wiggy

(White boxer) Eight weeks old When he came to live with me Changing my life, filling it with joy. I called him Wiggy because of his ears One white the other brown Which swept back when he ran. Boisterous and adventurous Loving other dogs and cats Delighting in human company. Loving to run and fetch a stick Enjoying daily walks in ancient wood Sniffing scent trails, running fit to burst. Sitting on my lap as I watched TV Whimpering with delight as I stroked him Licking my face showing his love. Dying in my arms in his fourteenth year How I miss my grand old Wiggy Who made my life so sweet and such a joy.