I wrote this when I was 14 and our family dog Peaches died. I can still remember my parents bringing her home as a puppy when I was 5 years old.
In the morning when I drive away
I look in the windows for your peering face,
When I come home and walk through the door
I expect your greeting and wagging tail
Thatís no more.
If Iím not in the room
I donít know when the mailman comes
Because Iím used to you telling me
When you bark and run,
But youíre gone.†††