2018 Sonnet 60

My dear Chihuahua never was snippy.
Sugar sweet puppy for about fourteen years.
Growing deaf, slowing down, once so zippy,
Now an old lady. Saving up my tears.

My Chihuahua stays close, encouraging,
Soothing pain, welcoming, cheering sadness.
Not always easy to watch her aging,
Knowing she’s the antidote to madness.

My Chihuahua ought to be four-foot-three,
Tall enough to pat her head while standing.
My Chihuahua, tiny dog, hard to see,
Barely standing six inches commanding

So much love and loyalty. Born to be
My pocket dog. Great Dane of love to me.

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