Puppy The Chihuahua Poem by Randy Johnson

You were born fifteen years ago on Groundhog day.
Last night was very sad because you passed away.
You were unique and Puppy was your name.
When you died, it was a damn shame.

You were always friendly, you were never mean.
You were the best Chihuahua that I've ever seen.
It was nice to know that you were special and kind.
You were a great animal and one hell of a canine.

(Dedicated to Puppy who died January 21,2011.)