PAL Pal was all waggles and wiggles loved to wrestle He could jump his backyard fence so easily To play with the children who loved him Perhaps the love given on both sides that summer was enough Perhaps I could forgive myself someday For calling Pal across the busy street to play But could I ever forget the thump Pal skidding his nose along the hot pitch street whining desperately Perhaps the love given on both sides would be enough Perhaps that love would be enough for one dog’s life