This poem goes out to Midnight my dog, she has passed so I decided to do a poem for her.
Midnight
She was a gift.
She grew with me.
She was there when I needed her.
She was there when I was
All alone,
Sad,
Broken, and lost.
Now that she is old, I'm here for her.
All the things she done for me, I'm now repaying her for her
Loyalty,
Bravery,
And motherly nature.
I walk her through death's gate.
We say a last goodbye and go our own ways.
She is gone but not lost.
She is with me, wherever I go she goes.
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