(What can I say, I'm starting to get sentimental.)
O Puppy Bed, how well you served.
Our wee Roo loved your hugging curves.
You were her favorite spot, no doubt.
For curling up or hanging out.
The finest place for little Roo
to have a snack or just a chew.
She loved you, Bed; her turf, her space.
Your tenant with a tough-girl face.
But all were welcome in her lair,
She had so many parties there!
When fun was done, she'd go to sleeps,
while settled in with all her peeps.
'Til one bad day. Things went awry.
To Puppy Bed, we said goodbye.
We had no choice, you got the boot.
It started with a tiny poot.
Then all was lost. You were corroded,
when Ruby's little butt exploded.