My Little Ball of Sunshine

Pitter-pat is the sound he makes as
his four little dirty white feet scutter down the hallway towards me.
My skin tingles as his white fur brushes up against me trying to lick me all over.
His two black eyes look up at me wanting attention, like a baby in need.
As I pat his head and scratch his tummy the
Eight years he has been with me flash before my eyes.

The way we go for a walk every afternoon
Before dinner and the way he would always be there if I needed a friend.
The way he looked, after I came home from a long and hard day at school.
These are the reasons I love him.

As his furry little tail is wagging I tell him
That I love him even though I
Know he will never truly understand but
He is still my little ball of sunshine.