When we got you from the pound,
You looked so sad and seemed so down.
You had lost your human friend,
And felt your life was at an end
One look at your old, grey, face,
We could not leave you in that place
Some memories are hard to erase,
And old habits are hard to replace.
For hours you sit and lick your paws,
Then wipe your arse upon our floors.
And while you are the perfect pet,
You have left a skid mark, on our carpet.
A faint breeze, a wafting fart,
You have made a mark upon our heart.