Memory Tritina
Seeing you struggle takes my breath away
Knowing that this will be your last day
My heart aches and tears roll down my face.
Stroking your golden face,
I say my last goodbye before you are taken away.
I will never forget this day.
Today is the day
I take one last long look at your beautiful face.
And now I have to walk away.
Everyday my heart feels like it is being
torn away, knowing I won't be able to see
your face and hear your "laryngitis" bark.
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