When my dog died I felt that I lost a part of me rather than a friend. My dog was an extension of me. He walked with me, and talked with me. He ate with me and sometimes he would sleep with me. He waited for me to come home. He slept soundly on …
Oct 15 2014
Art and Photography, Observation, Philosophy / Metaphysics, Poetry
by LASTEEL
October 15, 2014
When my dog died I felt that I lost a part of me rather than a friend. My dog was an extension of me. He walked with me, and talked with me. He ate with me and sometimes he would sleep with me. He waited for me to come home. He slept soundly on …
Tags: A Dog Poem, man's best friend, My Dog, our dogs, Poem, Poetry by L.A.Steel
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