My Dog

My sister was a dog lover,
we had this in common.
I had a big old doberman
and she had three small fluffy dogs.
Unexpectedly she died, my sis.
I did the best that I could.
My old Dobie had passed away
and two of hers I found good homes,
but the sad old dog
that was left to me,
a white mixed breed named Sophie,
was such a pitiful sight
no one would have taken her in.
In her distress she'd lost her hair
nothing but pink skin!
So she came home to me.
Home to me to be nursed to health
and then sent on her way
to a good home where she'd be loved.
When that day came
I couldn't stand to let her go,
so Sophie was here to stay.
She really is a pretty girl now
with fluffy white coat
and she even smiles!
People who see her always ask
about her breed. I haven't a clue
but her feet are decidedly Bassett,
and body is also very low slung.
The white coat that grows
very thick and long - who knows?
She has a good temper
and doesn't bark much.
She just seems grateful
to be cared for and to be loved.