Dog Called Wiggy Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Dog Called Wiggy

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(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.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dog
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Manonton Dalan 13 November 2017

i used to have dog who takes care of kids playing... i remember he is very protective.

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