Our Pikey was a black dog, he always gas our heart.
He’s just my big oil’ baby boy, he’s sweet as he could be.
He was such a handsome boy, his eyes were brown and bright.
He woke me in the morning with a snuggle and a kiss.
Life with him was trying, he was scared of everything.
He was a very special boy, unique in many ways.
I miss his beady eyes and scratching on his butt.
The Rainbow Bridge was calling, sister Ali waits beside.
It was okay for you to go, buddy. No need to wait for me.
We love our Pkey boy, he’s fine as he could be.
Always in our hearts, until we meet again.
RIP PIKE 7/20/09-3/3/21