We lost our dog of fifteen years,
we wept, then dried our mournful tears.
She's buried in a nice deep hole,
with her favorite ball and water bowl.
We miss her every single day,
but not the vet bill we had to pay.
We'll wait a while to find another,
the mess and fuss, we don't want to bother.
We'll take a break from a faithful friend,
to waiting dog pleas we will not bend.
We visit friends with lovely dogs,
who slobber and require lots of daily jogs.
They let us pet them and toss a toy,
we get our fix and are filled with joy.
Then the smell proceeded by a little pfft,
emanates from the hind end resting at my foot.
Aroma therapy is now at its best,
it puts our nostrils to the highest test.
It fixes our need for a kindly dog,
we look around, we don't want to step on a log.
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