The Pup That Died

RIP my pup.

You were born on the street, but came to me. You did not have a name but chose to love me. Your happiness with me made me feel better when I was low.

Thank you for all your love and the fun times that you had with me, that made my life better and the world a better place to live in.
An eternal thanks to you.

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