By Daisy Sanchez
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The air was stale,
Your eyes were pale,
On the metal table, you lay.
You whimpered soft,
A subtle cough,
From your quivering snout escaped.
I held your paw,
I clenched my jaw,
And spoke of words so sweet.
“You were my friend,
You were my love,
One day, again, we’ll meet”
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