A lonely owner myserable and weeping
his dog high above
the dog puppy like
but he was thirteen
it was his time to go
his potintial was seen
a black lab, an old timer
we had good times
bad times we had not.
In honor of Tunk
the dog we love.
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Extra note:
On the bottom of the page handed to me is
a large pencil drawn picture of Tunk in Heaven with his ball and thinking of a bone.
From this ol'poets observation Little k. is the type of daughter that young parents dream of.
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Poem By: Little k
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Aw, she is going to be an amazing little poet. More than she is already. This is sweet, and thoughtful. Thumbs up to her!
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Little K .....
What a beautiful poem written for a super cool dog. I am sure Tunkie is looking down from Heaven and smiling at you for writing such a wonderful dedication just for him. Great job little one....keep on writing!
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Little K is just flat out winning me over! this is so touching! and yes, Ned in case you're wondering it's very obvious she's(?) stolen your heart too!!
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