Days in the life of a Good Dog.
May 4th 2009 7:31 pm
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If possible, you grow more dear
to me with every passing year.
Your eyes are filmed with telltale glaze
but hold me still in loving gaze.
Your face is frosted, just a touch,
and so I love you twice as much
as yesterday, for in our prime,
perhaps we never felt the time
as now we feel the push of days
and vow to hold them close, always.
With you I share a bond so pure
that ever will our hearts endure.
Not even our mortality
can keep your love from reaching me,
so when I slumber, if you've gone
your legacy would carry on
in dreams we'll romp, in spirit play
'till we should meet again someday.
And this I vow, if I should go,
I'll be with you, and you will know.
And always find, through any dark,
you'll know true friendship by its bark.
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