Jimmy

I love the way wandered you way to me when we first met.
I love knowing that you knew who would loved you most.

I like it when you dreamed by my table side.
I like it when you ran halter skelter around the house trying to play.

I find you silly trying to sneak into the house, by squeezing through the grilles.
I find you absolutely sillier trying to sneak out of house, by squeezing through the gate!!

I hate it when you run out of the gates, you opportunist you!!
And you know how much I hate it when you evolved into the naughtiest, cheekiest monkey when you are out there.
I could just rambled on and on, on how you are so naughty, sigh..... 
Would you ever listen when I call you back home?

I love the sight of you peeping through the window, to find if anybody notices you.
I love the sight of you staring longingly up the stairs, to find me. And yes, I can read your mind. Out for walk you say?

I love the walks. We have such long years together. Thirteen! One third of my life.

Jimmy dear, I hate to have you go. 

But when you do go, do wag you tail, give your manja whine and enjoy being in your Maker's presence. Know that I have always loved you, you'll always be my precious lil monkey dog. I'll see you when I get there.

My be-love-ed.