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Run, Trudy,Run
I remember you slinking into my bed when the thunderstorms roared
We put on a brave face for each other although we were both afraid
I watched as your long charcoal legs became nothing but a blur as you ran in the new spring grass
I couldn’t see past you when I leaned against you for support in the snow
I remember that You were always there to protect me
I felt your soft pink tongue against my cheeks lapping up the salty tears that rolled down my cheeks when I pressed against my sunburn
At the time it felt like the biggest problem that I would ever have to face
Little did I know that a few years later I see your legs scrambling along the floor to try to get a grip
I see you barely able to walk
Or eat
Or breath
You don’t have any energy
Because you spent it all on me when I needed you
I imagine you running like you used to
Running from my mom when she went ballistic after you played in the sky’s tears and tracked miles of mud behind you
Running when someone tried to capture your wrigiling body when it was time for a bath
Running in unison with another blacked eared monster that is now chasing squirrels in heaven
Running in the yard with me
Nothing makes me happier to see you run
But I know that I’m not going to see you run again
At least in this life
Your limp body lies on the floor after the vet came to put you down
We didn’t want you to suffer any longer
Even if it meant we would have to suffer more
You would have done the same for us
But I still want to see you run again one day
Run Trudy Run

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