Jakey
Laura Rogne,

You were one of a kind

The best dog anyone could hope for

From the way you lumbered around

To the way you sat by the table, always begging for more

Head of a bear, body of a lion

Color of the sunshine 

The soul of an angel 

Trapped in the body of a dog

You brought sunshine to endless thundering nights

The puppy with the purple collar

The smallest of the bunch

Becomes the giant oaf

With more love to give than time to share

Nothing could compare

We walk through the door

Tired from a long day

And there you are, laying across the old wooden the table

As if it's the most normal place to be

We walk through the door

And there you are 

Wagging your tail, drooling on the floor

But we can't help but smile, as we walk through the door

We walk through the door

Waiting to see your face

But now you are gone, and all that lingers is a trace

A trace of what used to be

A trace of time passed

And now I look at the table

Where you used to lay

And wonder 

Who will make the sunrise

On the next shinning day