Lucky

I was rummaging around in my old files, and found this poem that I wrote when my dog Lucky died. Thought I might add it here for memories. Lucky was a small brown dog that we found wandering the streets. Upon finding it's owner, she promptly told us that we could keep it. So I took him, and weathered the jealousy of my cousins who helped. He was an old thing, that made strange noises and ponged like no one's business. But he was part of the family. And I loved the little thing. I find it sad that I can't remember what year he died.

LUCKY WAS SCARED OF THUNDER
Lucky was scared of thunder
Yeah Lucky was scared of thunder
now he's dead now, now he's dead now
I don't know why,
oh I don't know why
Why he's dead I don't know
Why he's dead

Oh don't be shocked now
Oh don't be sad now
You know that I know
that we all go now
yeah, we all go now

Pitta patta feet now
come running to eat now
But not anymore now
not anymore now

Lucky was scared of thunder
Yeah Lucky was scared of thunder
now he's dead now, now he's dead now
I don't know why,
oh I don't know why
yeah, he's gone
gone, gone from here
from here,
from here.

Simple childish pain. I didn't know that soon after his death, I would experience something much worse. Anyway, RIP Lucky boy. Time to go watch "All dogs go to Heaven" again.