Doggy

My old friend Doggy, who now sits on my bookshelf used to be my best friend.
I took him everywhere when I was smaller.
I used to love making crazy hairstyles with his ears, as brown as chocolate.
I used to think that his small, marble-like eyes were real.
His fur used to be snow white, but it’s now pale brown.
He doesn’t have a mouth, with is odd, but I still made him talk.
I used to love seeing him every day, because we used to be best friends,
but now we are still friends, but we rarely see each other.