We had to put my dog down this weekend.  He was my first dog.  I had never considered myself a dog person before, in a way, I still don't, but man, this was a good dog.  I loved that dog.  Manny was his name, short for Superman.  And without getting all up in my feelings again, I'd thought you guys would like the poem I wrote after we buried him. 

My first doggo was a good boy.
He'd do almost anything for a treat.
Seeing him didn't always fill me with joy.
Like when I would trip cause he was under my feet.

My first doggo was like a son.
He would fill me with love and care.
Oh man you should've seen him run.
Times like this, life seems unfair.

My first doggo was a superhero for us.
He was always on our side.
And even though it was a must.
It's still hard to say goodbye.

My first doggo made me smile.
Like when he'd pick me over you.
But for the last little while.
Your hurt, hurt me too.

But now, who's going to take me on walk?
I know I won't want to tomorrow.
Who's going to be there when I want to talk.
Especially while I have all this sorrow.

My first doggo was a great boy.
He was always filled with joy.
Wherever you are now, wherever on your way.
Know that I loved you so, each and everyday.