Once there was a dog,
who thought she was a cat.
She gobbled all the kitty food.
She wanted to get fat.
“Don’t stuff yourself, dear little one,”
I told my butterball.
“A vet barked ‘be lean,’ when you were last seen.
No whining. That is all!”
I bet there’s a heaven for dogs that pass on.
With plenty of turkey till gravy’s all gone.
And fresh pumpkin pies that will please every nose.
A bit of sage stuffing to ward off all woes.
Then after the feast our sweet pups will nap.
Dreaming of days when they sat in our laps.
So peaceful they’ll sleep, so grateful for love.
Smiling at us all from those white clouds above.