He was to young
He was too young
He was ripped out of our hands
Gone in a blink of an eye
But all we could say is
he was too young
His story was cut short
His life was incomplete
But all we could say is
he was too young
The house was left empty
And quiet
With no dog to run up
And cuddle with us
No dog to tackle us
with his kisses
No dog to steal the food
From the table
And no dog to fill the room
With his loud howls
There was just an empty space
With nothing to fill it
And all we could say is
he was just too young
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