There was once a young dog

orange colours  and white like a dove

His name was Whiskey or Whiskey doo

and he was a peaceful presence in the world

He never obeyed and escaped a few times

Also got lost other times

in his long 17 years old life minus 2 months 

but he never got harmed

thanks to his holiness and good luck star

looking and shining at him

in the sky

UPDATE

They say when human buddhist Teachers or gurus die, it is a super holy blessing for everyone who loves and followed them. I see whiskey's death as such: in death, he gave us a huge blessing of peace because that was his essential energy.