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My son looked up at me tears, in both his eyes "Why did Bubba have to go?" shoulders heaving, as he cries Holding back my own grief with pain I can't deny "All dogs go to heaven, son" with heavy hearts, we said goodbye We got him at the shelter large breeds, hard to adopt fur and coat as soft as silk his ears didn't stand, but flopped Bubba was no simple mutt protector, lives, and loves, and things "All Mutts go to heaven, son all dogs have angel wings"
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC
Bubba
My son looked up at me tears, in both his eyes "Why did Bubba have to go?" shoulders heaving, as he cries Holding back my own grief with pain I can't deny "All dogs go to heaven, son" with heavy hearts, we said goodbye We got him at the shelter large breeds, hard to adopt fur and coat as soft as silk his ears didn't stand, but flopped Bubba was no simple mutt protector, lives, and loves, and things "All Mutts go to heaven, son all dogs have angel wings"
We have his ashes, and my son kept his tags and collar. His first, and only dog, to date. Bubba was a Bull Mastiff mix, round 100lbs, with the temperament of teddy bear.
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC
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