My dog is old,
No longer can he go on long walks with me,
Or play in small streams while I converse with god on a bridge.
His eyes are pleading-black,
His body weak and uncooperative.
His mind may not even be all there anymore.
I miss him,
And I wish He could live forever,
But not like this.
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