Sharon Creech wrote one of my favorite kid books called Love That Dog.  I don’t want to spoil it if you haven’t read it (and you should), but at the end, the young narrator writes a poem that I think is appropriate today.
Love That Dog
(Inspired by Walter Dean Myers)
by Jack
Love that dog, 
like a bird loves to fly
I said I love that dog
like a bird loves to fly
Love to call him in the morning
love to call him
“Hey there, Sky!”
I loved Caribou, and today we are heart-broken.  Sometimes what’s outside the fence is just too much to resist, I guess.  
She always did love to run…
And run…
What a good friend…
What a love…
What a dog…
Goodnight, little black puppy.