Lhasa Apso, what is that
My son did shyly ask
Eyes still sad from tragic loss
His puppy it had died

A dog, you goose, I did reply
White bundle of fluff was lifted
Mouth shaped a perfect O
Little fingers reaching

His little arms they held it tight
It's fur he gently stroked
Gentle kisses on the nose
A tongue his face it washed

The sadness dropped behind a veil
His eyes a joy to see
Wide eyed wonderment
A twinkle there within

And yet the puppy not forgot
Still wanders to the garden
Cross at grave to mark the site
Whispers, Goodnight Tia