To My Beloved Spook
You will forever be my friend, my partner. My defender.
You are my life and I was yours. You were my first love,
faithful and true until the last beat of your heart.
We were once one and now I am a half,
since you, my faithful companion, have left me at last.
I remember your scent.
I remember your sound.
I remember all the good times we had when you were around.
Never did I have to tell you when I was sad,
you just knew, and would just lick my hand.
You would look at me and wag your tail.
As I would look into your eyes
I knew that everything was going to be okay,
because I had you, my soul mate.
And even though I am not a man,
you are, and always will be, my best friend.
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