Truman was my Golden Retriever pooch that had passed away a few years ago. I've always had dogs and cats in my life, but Truman was the "Bestest"
I wept, and I sighed...the day that he died We were the "Bestest" friends all of his life Our friendship was pure, that can't be denied Even though, he slept next to my ex-wife He never, ever...caused me any strife We would take long walks, spend hours in the park As we ran side-by-side, till it got dark My love for my friend...forever, be kept I can still hear his voice, his playful bark The day that he died, I sighed...and I wept How Death Has Affected Me Poetry Contest Sponsored by Lu Loo 1/8/2020
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