For Andrew On His Birthday

Sometimes I look for traits in you, Of a great big dog you never knew . . .. A dog that loved me all his days, And understood in special ways. But that's not fair to you, Andrew; You're not a substitute, but yourself; You've eased the loss, soothed the pain, And tugged my laugher back again. Yet "puppy" at times I almost start; When your eyes recall him to my heart. You'll never lack for love, it's clear. Because of him, you're twice as dear. Bless you baby boy.........