In a search for a friend, I found a paw. Stretching her paws, she asked for a handshake That very moment when I glanced into her eyes I knew we’d be friends; she was a surprise. As I carried her from a shabby pet store She licked my face showing her affection. I didn’t know what the licking was for Seventeen years later, I know that, indeed, I was her selection. A black 'n' tan mini dachshund with soulful eyes and vibrant facial expressions. Her deep barks and big personality Made it clear - she was the exception. Who’d ever thought that shabby store in Crystal, Minnesota Would have a four-legged friend who’d’ love to play snowballs Who’d diligently pick up daily junk mail And never missed a dinner with meatballs. And did I tell you that she was a tennis player? She’d catch each ball without failure. She was so fast and spunky as Kournikova. She was my champion, a spiritual savior. My dear Patterson in my heart forever. Remembering you takes the gloominess away. I’m glad that in that shabby store, you weren’t an error. A glorious time with you will never evaporate.