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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