Gog the Dog

His name is Gog and he is a stuffed dog lying on my bed,
But do beware if you touch his hair,
He has an extremely floppy head.
He looks after me as I look after him,
He cares for me as I care for him,
He loves me as I love him.
He was the gorgeous gift of my brilliant birth,
And I honestly can’t tell you what he is worth.
He is priceless, a billion dollars, more than a diamond necklace.
The favourable toy has a luminous chestnut coloured coat,
That mixes with his foggy brown ears, feet and paws.

Behind all the fluff and fur there is a hidden smile,
When I make him happy it wriggles forwards on his face
And beams out at me like the sun shines in the morning,
But most importantly whenever I am gloomy, cheerless or down
He is always there to be my clown,
I squeeze him tightly like it is the end of the world.
He is there for me in my darkest days
and I am thankful for that in many, many ways.