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My Furry Faithful Friend

                     I took a little dog home that day,
                       He was ugly and bad, it's true.
                           But only I could see,
                       his true beauty shining through.

                      I put him down at my front door
                          so he could walk inside.
                      And when I opened it up for him,
                    He just stood there, eyes opened wide.

                      A big soft bed was there for him,
                           A fluffy blanket blue.
                      A heap of toys was lying nearby,
                         All bright, shiny and new.

                      All this for me he seemed to say,
                      His little eyes, they brightly shone.
                    No more need to bite, cower or cringe,
                        all fear and anger now gone.

                     He paid me back a thousand times,
                          my furry faithful friend.
                        A better friend I never had,
                           right up until the end.

                     We walked a long and rocky road,
                      through trouble, grief and strife.
                      And in the dark and stormy days
                      he gave new meaning to my life.

                       I knew my heart would break,
                     when the time came for him to go.
                      I buried him with his blanket blue,
                        beneath the cold white snow.

                     Sometimes I still hear his little bark,
                       feel the touch of his velvet paw.
                     And I still stoop down to greet him,
                        when I open my front door.

Author: Unknown

Just Another Name Tag

Just a piece of metal or plastic, attached to a collar or chain.
              But inscribed on one side, is our pets very own name.
                 Along with their address, in case they get lost.
                And a phone number to call, whatever the cost.

                It is there each day, when our pet climbs a tree.
                or that time of night, when they rest on our knee.
            When a friend comes over, and gives a pat on their head.
               They can tell who they are, though nothing is said.

                  There are those times, it had to be removed,
              for that dreadful bath, and the many times groomed.
                  Of all the pictures, that we take of our pets,
                you can still see this name tag, I'm willing to bet.

               Through all the seasons, that our pets live and play.
               This name tag is still there, hardly noticed each day.
               Until the time comes, when our pets live no more.
               We gather up their toys, and the collar they wore.

               Then we take one more look, at the name inscribed.
                The stories this tag could tell, about our pets life.
                It was there each time, our pet was happy to see,
             each one of us return home, at the door they would be.

           It was there during the moments, our pets sometimes felt bad.
             Through days of sickness, and the times they were sad.
               There were times it was lost, and often hard to find.
                  But sooner or later, they once again unite.

                Some identified a mother, still nursing her young.
                 another name tag awaits, for a life has begun.
               From the very beginning, this name tag was made.
            to be a reminder of love given, worth more than we paid.

                  It had only one purpose, to join with our pet.
              To gather all the memories, that we will never forget.
               And though we have lost, our most devoted friend.
              It is now a special keepsake, to help our hearts mend.

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