19 Years-Bella

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Tiny paws that one clacked

On wooden floors;

A smushed face

That will always be adored.

I used to steal his food

And hide it behind my door;

And we used to play

Until he couldn't play anymore.


He was my buddy, he was my friend,

But all his passing years I tried to ignore.

He played,

Loved,

Ran,

Drank

and Ate.


He grew smaller and smaller

With each passing day.

He lost his vision, his hearing,

And he no longer played.

He barked at anything

And everything that didn't go his way,


Until one day his bark

Slowly

Faded

Away.

At least he was lying

In the

Sunlight

Of this

Once beautiful

Day.

I wish I could

Find peace

In the very

Same

Way.

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