In loving memory

I used to have a dog
living with me,
I used to have a boxer,
red and white, a pedigree.

I loved that boxer,
the way he used to play,
the love, attention,
that he used to display.

He used to be disobedient and boisterous
'I'm getting angry; I used to say,
I loved that dog,
but sadly he passed away.

This is in memory of that dog,
'the milky bar hero' was on the kennal's log,
but to me he was just plain old 'Ben',
my sunshine, my laughter, my little gem.