The Little Sweet Thing

As the wind rushes though its hair,
I smell the scent of Roses.
Its touch is as soft as a petal,
On a sweet flower.
Its dark brown eyes simmer
in the night.
It whispers its name in my ear,
it says “Rosey” at night.
Its brown fur snuggles,
My face at night.
It holds all my memories,
From the beginning to the end.
It is in my life,
Without it, I would end.