requiem for Harry

This dog 
brought out the best 
in everyone who ever 
petted him. His heart 
outweighed his tiny 
form so uncomposed:
less bones and skin, and more
of fur and crazy hair. With
nose and eyes and one
last fang! And
stumpy tail 
to wag awhir 
perpetually 
emotional, 
this late last 
spark 

has gone far out 

has shot to stars, 
to hang above
and shine and bark
to promise everlasting
trust, and to remind
the best in us. Which
he brought out
when fussed
and mussed
and loved.

Dog please, 
remember us.