Wiggy Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

(White boxer dog)



Eight weeks old when he came to live with me
Changing my life, giving abundance of love and joy.
I called him Wiggy because of his floppy ears
One white the other brown, swept back when he ran.
So boisterous and adventurous, friendly to all
Enchanting in human company, always so happy
Loved to run fetching sticks and taking daily walks
Sniffing scent trails in woods then running fit to burst.
Sat quiet upon my lap as I watched the TV
Whimpering with delight as I stroked him
Licking at my face to show his rewarding love
Dying in my arms in his fourteenth year.
Oh, how I miss my grand old Wiggy
Who made life so satisfying and full of happiness.