My Blue Dog
My blue heeler had a diamond on his forehead.
He did just what all puppies do, poop, pee, and chew.
We called him Jessie James, but he came to ‘Bones’, too.
Sometimes, Boney James or else Jessie Bones instead.
Whatever we may have called him, he was eager,
Ready to play, chase a Frisbee or soap bubble.
He would make messes and get into real trouble,
But he was sorry and bad feelings didn’t linger.
After fifteen years of fun and games with the pup,
It was time to say goodbye today, he was tired.
With no warning, he was gone and this he inspired.
Heaven, take care of him, I had to give him up.