She was just a dog, you know, a canine after all;
Simple-minded; eat and sleep, and at times fetch a ball,
She'd madly chase a squirrel, or see mailmen and bark,
Go for brisk walks down the street or maybe in the park.
She'd greet you gladly at the door when your day was done,
Then get her toy and look to you for lively play and fun.
When you took the car somewhere she hopped in for a ride,
Then back home when you'd relax, she'd curl up by your side.
And what comfort late at night as in the bed she lies
And greets you with that eager look when finally you rise.
Just a dog? I take that back. Those words I now regret.
She was a loving family member, more than just a pet.
How much she enriched our lives! Thus the thought occurs —
We know that since she touched our hearts, that also we touched hers.
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