This dog number three
And it seemed the right
Thing to do.
She ran up to me with glee
Rolled over and wanted petting.
She waited at our door
Seemingly knowing when
Steve was coming to dinner.
She laid on our stairs,
Just at the bend
And in the dining room
In the corner.
And she frolicked
In the snow
And caught bugs in the air.
And ran and chased
And played.
No problem
This number three.
And now we have a pup
Who is so very sad
Some days are good
And on others she wants
To be left alone
To grieve.
We thought it was getting better
And now it is worse again.
Doing what we thought
Was right
And really
What we wanted to do
Is not as easy
As we had planned.
Sometimes that's just
The way it goes.
And we will see now
Skeena Pipo Benner girl
What we can do
To help.
Let's go now for a walk
And a bird chase
And a run.
Good for both of us
I think.
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