My little pet
the heartbeat at my feet,
the white-headed pooch.
The memory of your love for the couch,
and those hard dry crackers,
still flows in me.
Cued into your emotions,
always there ready to lend a paw,
share a hug,
rest a chin on my leg,
awakens a part of my soul.
Ask no question,
pas.ses no criticisms,
speaks with it eyes,
my on sight pleasure.
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