Dog that has grown old.

What use am I to you?

Does the time we have shared encompass your bed?

Do my words of comfort…

Rest your weary head?

Will our days of glory…

Remind you of time being short?

With confidence…

Understand where this homily leads…

You have protected me from monsters…

Both seen and unseen.

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