I recently found an old photograph of my sweet little puppy; it was the day after we got her. She was tiny enough to fit under the coffee table in the main living room. She would have her tennis ball, just laying there and enjoying the attention she was getting. I never really understood the value of her life and how much she made mine better. Until she wasn't there........
She wasn't there to brighten my day,
Welcome me home from a crappy day of school,
To keep me warm and take up most of my bed,
To run with,
To cuddle with,
To enjoy the moment with.
Now all I have is her toys, pictures of my sweet little bear cub, and the life-lines that I cling to.
That's sad but well written. I like how you moved the words.
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