When choosing words to paint your portraiture
Nice does not come to mind, nor clean, nor cute.
Your fur is tangled up, your scent impure,
Your foot deformed, your visage quite hirsute.
Your face is crooked, lacking most your teeth;
Your coat as greasy as a fast food grill.
You snap and growl at all that is beneath
You, biting all at your own twisted will.
You drink too much and then you piss on chairs-
Not just for territory, but for spite;
You get away with it for no one dares
To cross you, for they fear your vicious bite.
Oh yes, you monster, you've been quite a chore;
But that all said, i could not love you more.

RIP Monty (10/23/00 - 5/21/11)

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this morning i had to say goodbye to the living being i loved most in this world. i was with him until the very end. you were a good dog, monster. i know i'll find you again someday. until then, i will always miss you and always love you. good boy...

done from life last night, though obviously embellished upon. oil pastels - my favorite medium. since this is a webcam pic, it does not do this picture justice. i'll try to get a scan at some point. the sonnet i actually wrote months ago, edited slightly now. i'm pretty proud of it. though i do actually think he was one cute little guy.

here's a picture of me and him: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v...../Photo35-1.jpg