I wrote this poem for a friend who lost their beloved dog Izzy.
For Izzy,
Her name was Isobel,
but she was Izzy… Izzie… Whizz…
and simply, “little dog.”
To those who knew her best,
she was LadyWhizzleton
small, but certain she ruled the world.
She loved the beach, the Stray,
walks by Eggy river and Adder lake
places that still hold her footsteps,
if you know where to look.
Her treasures were Gully, Ducky, Goosey,
and Dogtopuss
a little world of joy, just like her.
And every night, the same soft words:
Goodnight, little dog.
Sleep tight, sweet dreams.
See you in the morning…
Love you, little dog.
Maybe they still get whispered now
because love like that doesn’t stop.
She may have been a “little dog,”
but she filled a whole world.
And somewhere peaceful,
LadyWhizzleton is still running free
listening… and knowing she’s loved
always & forever
The Anxious Book Worm 
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