Sometimes I look for traits in you,
Of a little Golden you never knew
A Golden that loved me all his days,
And understood in special ways.
But that’s not fair to you, you elf;
You’re not a substitute; but yourself!
You’ve eased the loss, soothed the pain,
And tugged my laughter home again.
Yet, puppy, at times I almost start,
When your eyes recall him to my heart;
You’ll never lack for love, it’s clear,
Because of him, you’re twice as dear.