Dear Shanook
Hi, it’s me, yeah the one that was in diapers when you were in your teen years. I seen you in my dreams again so I wrote this poem for you.
Round and round the sun goes down, and I still miss you in the night. Your light of love lit the hall when I was afraid in the night.
You were the kindest dog I’ve ever meet,
Then they took you to the vet, they were going to put you down but your beat them, too, the crown. You died a week later in your sleep.
I rest at night knowing we will meet
beyond the gate.
There will be no hate.
By Chrissy.
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