Bitsy Little Boston A poem about a Boston Terrier by Marcia Kardatzke

How much do I miss you? Oh let me count the ways. Do I miss you in the Springtime When the moose come out to graze? Do I miss you in the Summer, When I garden by the lake? And when you dug potatoes, I cleaned and washed and baked. Do I miss you in the Autumn As the leaves come tumbling down? As you romped among the goldens, A funny little clown. Do I miss you in the Winter When a chill is in the air? I reach under the covers. But no..you are not there. Oh Bitsy little Boston Why could you not have stayed? Right by my side forever Forever and a day. I know one day I'll see you And this is what I'll say Oh Bitsy Little Boston.. I missed you all my days..