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 thats not fair to you, you elf;
Youre not a substitute; but yourself!
Youve 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;
Youll never lack for love, its clear,
Because of him, youre twice as dear.