I got him when he
was only six weeks,
Just a little ball of fur,
That's Brandon, my pekinese,
I thought he'd never quiet down for sure.
Now Brandon is 15,
I long to see him run and jump,
It's hard for him to walk and he can't see,
In my throat, I get a lump.
I hold him in my arms,
Looking into his grey muzzled face,
The little guy still has charm,
But I know he's losing the race.
I know not when the time will come,
For Brandon, my little friend,
Through the years we've shared a lot of love,
And I'll be by his side in the end.
this poem was written for Brandon by his mommy
6 months before he went to the bridge