“My Dog” by Toni Newell

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My Dog

 

It is a strain,

My dog is lame,

At the Vet again,

He’ll have to remain.

 

At home waiting,

Contemplating,

Hesitating.

My heart breaking.

 

Then the call,

That said it all,

Back to playing ball,

Injury was small.

 

Happy again,

My dog, free of pain,

He can now remain,

On his own terrain.

 

Toni Newell  

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