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Mar 2013
My doggy was a good boy
he didn’t whine or moan
and if he was extremely good
we’d give him a chew bone

My doggy was a good boy
but he got very sick
I didn’t even know Dogs
could be epileptic

My doggy was a good boy
but he often threw a fit
he’d writhe and shake and bounce
and even got the *****

My doggy was a good boy
he took his pills with grace
he didn’t scratch, or claw, or bite
or spit them in your face

My doggy was a good boy
but his pills didn’t work
so he threw more & more fits
and often got hurt

My doggy was a good boy
so why did he have to go?
I miss my good boy doggy
He was called Shadow.
Vincent Wood
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