Wiggy

(White boxer dog) Eight weeks old when he came to live with me Changing my life, giving such love and joy. Called him Wiggy because of his floppy ears One white, other brown, swept back when he ran. Boisterous, adventurous, sweet with dogs and cats Enchanting in human company, always happy Loved running, fetching sticks, taking daily walks Sniffing scent trails in woods, running fit to burst. Sitting quiet upon my lap as I watched TV Whimpering with delight when I stroked him Licking my face showing his rewarding love. Died in my arms in his fourteenth year. Oh, but how I miss my grand old Wiggy Who made my life so satisfying and full of joy.