To me you’re more than a dog.
I remember our first jog.
Green grass was covered by ice.
I saw joy through your eyes.
Why did you leave me so early?

Oh! My lovely Bob.
Your barking was music to me.
What about your brownish eyes?
I felt alive with you,
I felt much joy with you.

But now, my face turned ugly,
There’s no joy left in me.
My heart is full of hatred,
I really hate death.
Do I deserve this pain?

Every day I hold your bowl,
With tears rolling down my face.
Do you even miss me, Bob?
I always feel you by my side,
Until I remember, you’re no more.