Love and Loss

For my birthday ,
was a puppy ,
cute and friendly ,
it became eventually .

Fluffy and white ,
never used to bite ,
social and active ,
and never used to fight .

But one day ,
a tragedy happened ,
my spirits were dampened ,
and my heart was saddened .

I gave him chocolate ,
A poison to him ,
His face was dim ,
And breathless ….

I took him to the vet ,
Where he treated him  ,
I was praying ,
‘O Lord please save him !’

And  soon he was fine ,
I know he is a brave doggy ,
And who’s doggy is he ??
Of course , he’s mine !! :))
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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January 21, 2014 at 9:12 PM
Hi Saanvi, of course I'm going to visit you my young friend... I read the poem above. It's a heartfelt moment when open a gift, that brings joy to our hearts... It was a very touching to know how sad you got when your puppy needed you.. Glad, to know God answered your sweet heart.... Goodnight... Linda
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January 18, 2014 at 9:06 AM
Adorable and sweet...Yes, too much chocolate is not good for diggies, but dad used it to teach our doggie tricks--That was eons ago. Lovely write...good luck on gcontest.
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January 18, 2014 at 8:29 AM
Enjoyed the humor in the write, Saanvi
Torres Avatar
January 18, 2014 at 8:03 AM
very creative...!!! :)) ...thought your dog was real...great job!!! ;))
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January 18, 2014 at 6:42 AM
- There are "dog chocolate" ..... my dog ??loves it. - A friend (your dog) that never fails! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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January 18, 2014 at 7:38 AM
Anne - Lise , I actually don't have a dog ! Wrote this poem for Charlotte's contest !! :p
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