Letters to the Editor
Ode to the memory of a beloved pet
13 years ago Little Guy came into our lives
He filled spots of empty voids as he jumped and played
He maneuvered his way into our hearts with his loving eyes
He was certainly a little man with his own ways
As he grew older, my mother and aunt would spoil him rotten
He took advantage of every inch and would stretch it for a mile
They loved him, catered to him and treated him like soft cotton
Yet he was the Little Man of the house, within his bold style
As my mother and aunt grew more feeble, his wall of protection grew
Acting as God sent him to watch over them in every way
Little Guy stood by them night and day, with eyes no man could see thru
He would protect them with all he had and hold people at bay
All he wanted was to be loved, and fed
They always said he just had one meal a day
Which usually started when they awoke
And ended when they all laid down their heads
As days grew near to my moms and aunts departure
He knew their sickness was severe
Little Guy was by their side as if he was the man in charge
Always between them and who was there
When they had gone, he was so lost and lonely
His best friends had left him sad and heartbroken
Little Guy was up to finding a home
My sister and I knew he would never be alone
The Little Man came with me, I tried to give comfort
He seeing my loss was great we traveled together
I would reach out holding him as he was all I had left
We would bind our love and face life’s weather
As the years came, his love for me was great
By my side every day, sleeping on the mat
Riding in the truck was his favorite place
Both holding onto our mother’s dreams seemed our fate
Knowing one day he would depart
Keeping that day far off was my deepest concern
When it would come he would take part of my heart
A few days ago Little Guy died, these days in my heart burns, burns, burns
My little friend is gone from this life
His warmness abides still deep within
I often felt God told him to watch over me
At night I would often reach out and touch his soft hair
Now he’s gone and I feel empty within
He stood by me till he could go no more
I stood by him and loved him, he was my friend
I kissed him good bye and hugged him, will love him forevermore
Little Guy was a wonderful companion, loved, and knew how to love
The writer lives in Myrtle Beach
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