Bye bye buddy
My buddy let go of his weary body
He lay there, as if he were sleeping
With a small wad of hair sprinkled
Next to him as if it was confetti
My fingers played through his hair
And I said: bye, my sweet old friend
Thoughts of his antics when he was
Still healthy played through my head
And there, on the cold floor, his body
Still warm beside me, curled up as if
He was sleeping, I could not stop the
Laughter from bubbling up inside me
Laughter at the dog who loved to be
In the water, but who always needed
A couple of minutes to adjust to the
Fact that he would get really wet
Bye bye, my clown, my confidant,
My camping buddy, my gardening
Pal, farewell, my dear destroyer of
Balls, cotton socks and branches
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