Golden Days


Cookie was born one chilly day in May
I got her as a puppy
She licks her ancient joints day after day
She is more fun than having a guppy
She basks in the sun warming her old bones
Her bed acts like her own personal throne
In her youth she brought home part of a deer
Her world has gone silent and world cloudy
It scares her when someone appears she didn't hear
In our good days together we`d jog
When she is excited she whines loudly
I so relish in my trusty old dog
More than a person could another person
She has a spirit that can`t be tamed
She still play nips after all these years
My love for her will forever remain

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