Gentle Giant
Without my dog, life has no meaning
If I cannt cudde my gentle giant, I will not cuddle anymore
When I am stressed, she is always there
A living pillow of fluff and hair
When I return from a long journey
She will not leave my side
Becoming my shadow
The day my best friend leaves
It shall be a dreary day
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