Ode To My Best Friend
By Vanessa Smith
A black ball of fur named “Bear”
Was the first time I was aware,
That my Best Friend would have four legs
One that would never, ever beg!
BASIL was his name when we got home that day
From a place called Lillooet – far, far away,
He spent his nights in a play pen, yes siree
Because we all know puppies have to go pee!!
He’d pop his head up over the rail
Looking energetic and wagging his tail,
“Come on”, his look would say, it’s 2am
Time to go outside – get me out of this play pen!!
As the years went by and Basil grew up
He put on some pounds as he gobbled up his tuck,
He came everyday to the Grizzly Book store
Where all the customers would come and adore!!
Babies tugged on his silky, smooth ears
‘Cause Basil was so gentle; there were never any fears,
All who came and met my Best Friend
Will know my heart will be slow to mend!!
People came from all over the world
Taking pictures and petting his soft, black curls,
They’d laugh and giggle as he rolled on his back
Waiting for a belly rub or a loving pat!!
But alas the day came when he didn’t get to his feet
& wag his tail as the famous bookstore “Meet & Greet”,
Instead he’d lie quietly by the counter or front door
Only wanting LOVE, nothing more!!
Today I let my Best Friend go in peace
To meet his maker – it was bitter sweet release,
I loved you so much, I’ll miss you my friend
Adieu, adieu until we meet again!
