«Crying my eyes out at 2:12AM on a Saturday»

You bit everyone, once, At
Least you never really drew
Blood, though, I suppose we
Could have warned everyone,
twice.

Who knows who brought you in, we all
Carried you through, from five
to thirteen, to the soft Florida soil, and
The hole in our hearts, we can’t simply
refill.

‘Til the last day a furtive responsibility, to
Keep the fire lit.
We love you, and miss you,
You little shit.

Goodbye sweet girl.

(Missing my dog)

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