Keesha
by Carrie Hamilton
I still remember the day we met. It was cold and she was muddy and wet. Her big brown eyes looked into mine And I knew right away that I had a find. I sat down beside her and gave her a pat, And she kissed my face as she jumped in my lap. What a cute little fur ball to have and to hold, I knew I would keep her until she grew old. Her love for me never wavered, she was loyal to the end, Finally, I knew what they meant by “Man’s best friend.” Some will say she was just a dog, But to me she was a friend, one who knew all. And as I looked in those eyes for the very last time, I knew no greater companion would I ever find. I still remember the day we met, That cold, wet day when she chose me to be her pet.
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