Cara-Belle
She was every bodies friend
She was such a gentle soul
On that you could depend
Cara-Belle loved eating
She spent her life obese
I put her on a diet
So her legs could get some peace
She was a labrahoover
This name is rather apt
After going through the rubbish
It was plastic that she crapped
Now Cara would eat anything
She’d finish it without fail
One day she ate the rat bait
And lived to tell the tail
Cara had an armchair
It was her favourite seat
Blackcat would just push her off
Her seat was then concrete
She’d just plonk there and lean
Waiting for attention
Making sure that she was seen
Belle was terribly lazy
When going for the ball
She’d start off at a jog
And finish up at a crawl
You’d never find a nicer dog
Not anywhere I swear
Sweet, loving and friendly
No other could quite compare
The sweetest and most gentle soul you could ever imagine.
RIP Miss Belle - you will be missed by all that knew you - everybody loved you!
Photos are mine and cartoon dog from Clipart Library
Please feel free to comment as all feedback is welcome
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