I was a little girl,
Just in first grade,
In a small town in Virginia.
She was my best friend.
She was the thing that made me happy when I was sad,
Who would sit in my lap when I threw a tantrum.
But she had to go sometime.
She died at 12,
When the time was right,
A couple months before our move across the country.
She was old, but playful; she was the perfect match.
We cried in the dark, using boxes of tissues,
All for you, all 'cause we missed you.
The tears where rushing down my face, sniffling every ten seconds.
Every time I see your picture I think about the good days.
You passed so peacefully.
We hoped you were just tired,
But we knew that you were gone.
Although gone, you are always in my heart.
At the sight of any Vizsla I go and pet them.
I will always be Vizsla-crazy, all because of you.
I love you, and I will always love you.