People for Mop

DESPITE what anyone has to say, losing a pet is unbearable. I couldn’t let go. I could only remember. I could only cry. It has been more than six months now.

I wrote this for Mop, a quiet and stoic dog who gave me almost 14 years of joy and happiness.

I’ve to be strong and brave Even when I don’t feel like it For I’m a boy

I’m not supposed to whimper and cry When I’m scared or hurt Because she says, I’m a boy

I’m often punished when things go wrong Even though it may not be my fault For I can take it as I’m a boy

I’ve to let Kim, my sister, have her way And not fight or bully her Cause I’m a boy

I often have to be “home alone” To guard the house Since I’m the boy

I enjoy going on long walks

And cocking my legs at every tree and post I pass

For I can, as I’m a boy

I revel in having my own bed

And not having to sleep with mummy As I’m a boy

I get to chew on larger bones and treats As I’ve bigger teeth

Hah! Because I’m a boy

I wear my hair short so no sissy stuff Like fancy grips and ribbons on my head For, thank goodness, I’m a boy

I don’t care much for mummy’s hugs And kisses

Is it because I’m a boy?

But I know my mummy loves me For being a boy

And I am very happy to be her Ah Boy Phew! It’s hard being a boy!

much love. received, andMop gave,