Patch

There was a little Jack Russell
He was full of life and bustle
His name was Scallywag Patch
He was ever so hard to catch

He would run around and play
Hunting squirrels and mice all day
By the time he came in at night
He would be tired, dirty, an awful sight.

After being cleaned up and ready for bed
He turned into a loveable snuggle bum,
As he would snuggle up next to your head
In the morning he was last to rise
Setting on Dad's lap waiting for his kiss good-byes

I could go on forever about the sweet things he'd do
About all the trouble he could get into too
How he could make us dreadfully sad
Turn it around to make us extremely glad

On June 21st  two thousand and one
Our dear little Patch went for his last run
I wish I could say he had a noble demise
Ganged up on by squirrels that took him by surprise

However he was hit by a speeding truck
In his very own yard what terrible luck
Now we must say our tearful good-byes
It's the hardest farewell, I tell you no lies
We find it so hard to get through the day
Everything reminds us of Patch in some way.

~Wendy Parker~

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