They told me I would die first.

Our kind are usually discarded;

I found a good one long ago. 

He loves me ever so.

It's been eight canines in our years.
Seven decades we have been.

I've known him through six cats.

Five children whom are class acts. 

Four homes I'm moved with him. 

Three very successful careers.

Two wives all now gone. 

One surprisingly eternal bond. 

My fur's gone a bit grey.

My shoulders are torn

Nearly off my chest,

My leg points the wrong way,

But neither is he at his best. 

My button nose is broken.

My stuff isn't so smooth.

He's still kept me around,

Though mostly to soothe. 

I've soaked up his tears. 

I've listened to his fears. 

I've taken his punch. 

And I have loved him a bunch. 

We went everywhere:

From pre K,

To Sarah's wedding day, 

And I've just always been there. 

Sometimes 'round his little neck.

Sometimes in his knapsack.

Then replaced for new tech...

Always guarding from my spot on the rack.

My fur is ratted,

My stuffing is flatted,

My eye has been gone,

And yet I live on.

He's home with me now,

Just like how mine had started. 

His life about to close,

Our time nearly departed. 

They said I'd get a new boy. 

Sometime about thirteen. 

We made it to eighty four.

And Goodwill is foreseen. 

But the dump I shall go

For no one will love me. 

A fluffless, ripped, woe

Who had one human so lovely. 

It's been five days since-

Since Peter had passed.

It seems our time will be

One that shall last. 

They put me back in a box. 

It's dark in here again.

But this time I have my friend.

We shall stay attached until the very end.