(For Shaggy)

He wasn't big
and he wasn't small.
He lived to eat
and to chase his ball.
His raison d'etre:
Fun, fun fun.
His single speed
was run, run, run.
He loved to laugh
in his doggish way.
To lick my bowl
and to have his say.
Past fifty years
he's been
away
and I still miss him
every day.