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In memory of My Dog Strabo who passed away in June.
The old dog left the porch today, And went to where dogs run in the great beyond. Where they chase rabbits and ducks in a bigger pond. The old dog left the porch today, after the morning in the cool of the day. He wanted to sit, roll over and play, but he could only sit and stay. The old dog left the porch today, With a gleam in his eyes at the sight of his treat, matched only by the slobber running down from his chin. If only I could, you know I would… so I gave it to him anyway. The old dog left the porch today, the place where he did faithfully guard. With a bark and a growl, and very long howl, he seldom ever left the yard. The old dog left the porch today, where he was raised through thick and thin. He chased rabbits and herded goats, he even helped raise all the children. The old dog left the porch today, no more fetch with a stick for me to play. Ninety-eight in doggy years it’s time to take a rest. So Strabo left the porch today and found a shady spot to lay.
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