"My Old Boy"

My Old Boy

I’ve written about a little dog that I had

But little Maggie was really bad

I had to return her, she was to much for me

All over the house she would poop and pee

So again it was just my old Bandit and me

His health getting worse even just to see

After I lost my wife

He helped me go on with my life

Then I had to face that tearful day

To put him down was so hard to say

I still look for him in his usual place

The rooms are empty I don’t see his face

More pain and more tears

It hasn’t stopped these past years

He gave me loyalty and love

Now he’s also in heaven above