The poem reminds me....
Our dog had 1 (one) puppy one time and it was a complete surprise. My wife went into the garage and said, "There's a PUPPY out here!" Well, I loved it and it loved the blazes out of me. Whenever I'd get home, I'd look in the back yard and 'Buddy' would perk up and run like crazy toward me, jump into my arms and cover me with kisses and bite my beard. Man, did I love that dog. Well, we took him to the vet about the time to get his shots. A few days later he had parvo and died. I'm still a mess to this day thinking about him. And my beautiful Heidi girl who would do everything I told her to. And Russell D. Boo who didn't have a contentious bone in his body and was just happy to be with us. And B.A. Cat, who I thought at first was crazy, hence the name, Bad *** Cat but he turned out to be a great kitty and endeared us to him. Recently we lost Pearl, who was the most AFFECTIONATE cat I've ever met. I think she thought I was a big, bearded cat. There have been many others, all of them were special in some way. Most lived to a ripe old age but there were a few cases where the good died young.