Surrounding her eyes, a mane of pearls
Resembling a woman with once beautiful curls
Winking at me as she smiles, content
Sitting home everyday while we're all away
Idle for hours and minutes between
Sometimes I fear for what I have seen
For gone forever her lost hours went
She comes to my side for she will abide
But I always hope for hills unseen
Where rabbits abound and the land is green
Instead of a dream, that real, sweet scent
She's good to us, and so it is thus
That I want to give her her instinctual needs
Instead of just empathy and internal pleads
Her last years to be bountifully spent
I love my doggy, and my doggy loves me
And that is how I want it to be.
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