Growing Older

April 21, 2010
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Your big brown eyes
Look up at me since the first time I saw you
That first day we met I was 4 years old,
I knew you would be mine.
Blondest out of the 7 little bunches
Your tail was wagging and barking in excitement
Remember I was the first to hold you?
And I told you we’d be best friends.
I look at you now and I see the past
You’ve grown so old
Yet still have the mind of a puppy.
You are my childhood-my innocence
I come to you when I’m sad
I come to you to play.
You come to me when you bored-
Hungry, excited, thirsty.
Your hair gets all over my pants
And that gets me angry
But when you’re gone
Those things will be forgotten
Like the drool on my feet
And breathing in my face while I eat.
What matters is our friendship
Between a dog and its owner
And the connection we have
I can’t lose you, you are my brother
My friend-the last piece of childhood I still have

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Stefanie W. said...
Aug. 8, 2010 at 11:45 am
rest in peace cody
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