My Cassidy 23

Golden fur and chocolate eyes,

She loved being pet,

and barked at flies.

Not the brightest pup

but she was mine

She didn’t know a ball from a rock

but that was fine

I remember ten fond years

of play-time, fetch, and catch.

Just talking about it brings up tears

and sorrow weighs heavily on my chest.

And if you’re wondering why I still cry,

it’s because I never got to say goodbye.

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