My little friend

Wispy soft fur, she loves to be patted
but she doesn't like being held.
She wants to be free to roam the house
not a care in the world,
until…

Knock! Knock!
Someone’s at the door.
On guard!
“Wroff, wroff!”

Bouncing and bounding around the house,
until exhausted into her basket she settles.
We have been together from birth;
She is like a sister to me.
If she was to die,
I would die inside.