Honey

No brand of honey is sweeter

Than our great golden retriever.

She was young and oh so playful;

Always kind and never hateful.

She gave up hardly ever.

She was smart and always clever.

She helped out a lot even as a pup.

After thirteen, why did she give up?

Out of all the dogs, I knew her longest.

She was brave and also strongest.

I paid little attention to Honey.

I wish I had, she meant more to me than money.

Why didn't I pet her and make her happy?

I couldv'e been nicer, now I feel crappy.

I miss her now, but she's all right

In Heaven, where she's happy, all day and night.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I had a beautiful dark golden retriever that died when I was 8 and I miss her so much b/c I never knew how much I loved her until she was gone.  Moral - you never know how much you love something or someone until theyr'e actually gone.

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