sonnet

Four years ago we bought you on the street
Your fur was the color of toasted bread
Now every day you warm my frozen feet
We love you, despite all the fur you shed.
Over the years you have turned mostly white
And there are dark trails under those black eyes.
You jump and flee at noises in the night
Always whining about my precious fries
My sister and I could argue for days
About which one of us he loves the best
She always tries to steal him, "GO AWAY!"
Our poor dog could probably use some rest.
Despite all the fighting and the shedding
you will always remain my favorite pet.