Anyone know a good poem for a dog that died?

Question:Hardly could we contain ourselves
When old George tire biter bit the dust.
Five feet below, that dog is now
Trapped in dirt -- his fate is just.

Instead of pouring tears of sorrow
Rivers of joy came at the solemn loss.
That damn old George was a mean little pooch
And God showed him just who was boss.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Hardly could we contain ourselves
When old George tire biter bit the dust.
Five feet below, that dog is now
Trapped in dirt -- his fate is just.

Instead of pouring tears of sorrow
Rivers of joy came at the solemn loss.
That damn old George was a mean little pooch
And God showed him just who was boss.