Requiem for the heroine of puppy pantoum

Junior’s all alone now. Kapok packed shoulders hunched from all those years since you were little
Nose gone, gray polyester fur stained with drool.
Junior’s all alone now. Blue plastic eyes staring off into forever.

You should have written another chapter in your life. Run the Iditarod at least
Heading up a team with a green–eyed mixed–blood Inuit musher named Mitch
Running through a blizzard while Mitch sings a country western song

My dog died
My girl friend left me
My pickup truck broke down.
Like grandma Togo running the serum to Nome
While Mitch sings a traditional song
My dog died
My girl friend left me
My pickup truck broke down.
Those last days you fell a lot.
Your bony spine was like a furry stegosaurus.

Junior’s all alone now.