... that cold moist nose in the morning,
next a lick across your cheek.
you try to hide in the blanket
but he thinks it's hide and seek
... those sad brown eyes, the ears held back
the head thats hanging down
for you raised your voice to scold him
while your face conveyed a frown
... that faithful friend that sleeps so close
and watches all the doors
you neednt worry where he is
'cause you can always hear his snores
...keeping those memories of devotion
that's filled with loyalty...
and always that 'tug at your heartstrings'
from this canine royalty
Please tell me what you think
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I love this...
My family has had four rotts. One died last year and I haven't been the same since...
He was my best...and only....friend for a little over a decade
He saved my life several times and I fuckin loved the dog...
Thanks for giving me the wonderful opportunity to let me read this poem. It meant a lot
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