MY NAME IS PHOEBE AND I AM.............. ME

Hello, I am here to help you

It is true

But just be you

Because I am Phoebe

And I am...me

Together we shall be fine

I will take your heart and you shall have mine

Well, that's how I met my owner I suppose?

I was the chief greeter at the reception desk

And I would invest

All my effort into making people feel relaxed

Not vexed

By letting then tickle and stroke me as they wished

Oh, sorry I missed

Out the unimportant factor from this blog..................

I am a dog

Of Staffordshire mix

Who never plays tricks

With your mind

I am genuinely kind

Anyway I met my owner this way

And one day

She took me to her home

And then her work where I roam

With her as her companion of life

Soothing her on days of strife

With a loving, gentle look

And listening ear which takes

Her to a happier place

Returning the smile to her face

In return she gives me the best time

A dog would ever want, fine

Food, walks a plenty

But now at around four score and twenty

I have returned to my maker

My days of being a hipshaker

No more.......on earth but in the sky

Where I still keep an eye

On her as I always did, she my Queen

And me... her most loyal servant that's ever been

PHILIP JEREMY WILSON

Written in and around Portsmouth 24th September 2019.

For Vicki my friend of 37 years.

Phoebe her rescue dog was gently handed back to her maker Monday 23rd September after years of love for all as her hips and body could give no more. Vicki commissioned me to write this.

Phoebe was the first dog that chattered her jaws at me in happiness like a human giggle, my ever lasting memory of her, and the best to have.

Enjoy your retirement in the sky Pheebs😍