She was just a dog. This I try to convince myself day and night. But then why are tears on this paper as I write? She was just a dog. Then why do I still see those bright eyes so much? Why do I feel soft fur on whatever I touch? She was just a dog. But when I go out and stare at her grave I'm overwhelmed by all the love she ever gave. She was just a dog. That's easy to say and I agree, but sometimes I think she was smarter than me. She was just a dog. These are words that are easily spoken. Then why is my heart so badly broken? She was just a dog. Then why is my stomach all tied in knots? She was just a dog. But her love was unconditional you see. All she ever wanted was a belly rub from me. She was just a dog. But in our lifetime we will never forget that Dixie was much more than just a pet. Please don't say - She was just a dog.