Beautiful King


I had a beautiful dog named King...
being in his presence was like the coming of spring...
many years we had together...
but alas, nothing lasts forever.

We shared many a time at play...
and always he would stay...
loyal and faithful and always there...
oh what wonderful times we both did share.

He lived a good life, and lived as a good dog should...
better than even I thought he could...
he died in my arms this very day...
But nothing will ever take his memory away.

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