by Lynn & Roy Blom
BIBI
Bibi, our adorable little scruffy pup,
You were with us while the family grew up.
Karen named you because you were teeny, and running all over like a beebe ball;
We Blom's didn't know what we were in for that November fall.
That first winter you were cold, and needed to grow locks.
You chased ice cubes, and lived in Dad's orphan sox;
You loved to lick our neck and face.
Your intelligence and devotion filled our hearts with grace.
You were Snuki, Lilly, and Jody's bossy pal;
You did fine tricks that made us all howl.
Tevis taught you easily to speak,
With pizzazz way more than a teensy squeak.
Mom said, "bibi, jump through this hula hoop;
But stay off the table and out of our soup!"
Dad was so proud when the par course you learned.
And then you'd speak for the cookie you'd earned.
Dad taught you to catch your ball in midair;
And to somersault on our bed with terrier flair
But our family favorite, without fail,
Was watching you hump your fuzzy toy-unisex-not even male!
Hilarious and gross, you'd try for the sublime,
And Jordan would beg, "Make her stop, it's not funny this time!"
You were precious. We loved you from the very first day.
You were a talker, a cuddler, always ready to play.
It hurt so to lose you -- Little Pal, so sparkly and smart
You will always hold a special place in our family's history and heart.