Millo

I really don’t not where to begin

With tricolour fur upon his skin,

And delicate folds of ear within,

The warmth he brings, unlike another,

A feeling akin to that of a mother.

Barks made for food, his way to communicate,

Completing the bond he intricately creates

In the busiest days of all

His presence stands, steadfast and tall.

The love provided from every inch of his soul

With being with me throughout is his only goal

I cannot be lucky enough

To see this cute creature snuff.

No words can express the depth of our bond,

Together we stand, forever fond.

So here's to my furry, four-legged friend,

On whom I can always depend.