by Laura Lovick
My dear dog trixie
Playing up in the sky
Watching me as the days go by
She used to be a sister to me
Of corse that really couldn't be
She was twelve and a half when she died
Its a shame they can't live until their thirty five
This poem is for our dear dog Trixie who will be in our hearts forever we will never forget her
Love you loads trixie from laura xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx