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Dylan

Twelve years of life
in those tired bones;
he whimpers in his sleep.

My old dog dreams
of the chase.

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4 thoughts on “Dylan

    1. Thank you! And I’m very sorry to hear of your loss, but to keep dogs to that age is a beautiful thing. My boy will be thirteen next month, actually, and I just can’t remember life without him. ❤

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