Mugsy

It was the third week in July,
i wasn't ready to say goodbye.

truly my dear friend was found,
weathered, lying there on the ground.

i tried to think but i could only breathe,
seemed like yesterday he began to teethe.

my dog, my friend, my responsibility,
no one to blame no one to hurt only me.

i am sorry i let you down i will not forget,
but thank God i wont have to pick up you shit!