Written on January 2, 2025
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In the mountains, lived a special pup He was gentle, kind and so amazing His antics were true, never made up My meals he was forever appraising He often seemed to be star gazing In the hills, where this guy was born There lived a kitten with dark gray fur He often felt her exasperating scorn His life went by so fast, it’s such a blur He’s the pup my heart will always prefer In the times when he was so young His gentleness caused me to smile Admiration was always on my tongue For he was a dog who was never hostile He taught his friends how to live in style In the moments, before he left this world He gave a sigh and fell across my lap I petted his fur, so very soft and curled Remembering his fear of every thunderclap He was full of love that I’d happily unwrap In the mountains, beneath forest trees Lived a pup who was wild and free He listened but mostly did as he pleased Sometimes, he’d sit and scratch a flea But, always, he’d be right there for me!
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