Hole in my heart
There's a hole in my heart where a dog used to be.
He's nuzzled my soul and is now part of me.
His pain is his life and I know what to do.
But when I release him, I'm losing me too.
The puppy I cradled just eight years ago
is a great big bundle of love and I know
that he'd lick away all of my tears if he could
in his sense of duty to make me feel good.
It's ,my obligation to do what is best.
The love of his 'master' is put to the test.
It's a wrenching and sorrowful way that we part;
it doesn't hurt less when the head rules the heart.
There's a hole in my heart
Where my boy has passed through
When we said goodbye part of me went too.
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