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Jun 2016
You are a *****
as a female pup
you came to us
and I wasn't happy
You came under
a cloud of
false pretenses
I could not resist
everything about you
Saintly from the moment
you came in your basket
you grew with my baby boy
protecting him at all cost
You were not perfect
as you would run off
from time to time
always returning for
dinner like clock work
Chasing the occasional
squirrel or bird, but
always gentle to all
children and adults
I grew to love you
and the day you left us
was hard to swallow
my tears of sadness
are true
There will never exist another
you were unique
kind and a real friend...
No, you were family.
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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