My Gargoyle, Bronx

 June 18, 2002-June 12, 2012

 He didn't eat at the table 

He didn't tell me he loved me  
With beautiful words...

But I knew he did.

He didn't go to school

Or work, 

He didn't bring in money

Or buy groceries...

He didn't yell at me when I pissed him off...

But he let me know.

He was there when I was broken,

He was there when my son felt defeated.

He was there for each birthday

and each scratch my son had.

He was there when I felt I had no one....

He was always there.

He tried to sing, he tried to laugh even.

But I knew he hurt when he cried.

He had a smile that only we could see.

He had a way of always making me feel better.

He wasn't human but he acted like he was

He wasn't a cat, but he sure could climb a tree.

He wasn't a lap dog but was determined to fit...

He wasn't the smartest but he sure tried.

He was a loss....a loss that breaks my heart.

A loss that brings tears to my son's eyes.

He was my dog, an ol' man, my baby boy.

He was my Bronxy, and always will be.

He will be ever so missed.

~~grb ~~