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As a puppy, she was
Always playful,
And in her own way,
Always grateful.

When she
Was one,
She was
Full of fun.

When she
Was two,
And I
Was blue,

She always
Found a way
To make
My day.

When she was three,
With her around,
It wasn't long
Before I found

It was
Not just me,
But
Mostly we.

When she
Turned four,
She seemed to
Always want more.

When we went
For a walk,
With her eyes
She would talk.

Seeming
To say
At the end
Of the day,

"Everything is
Alright." she'd
Curl up on the bed
Real nice and tight.

When she
Was five,
She seemed
So alive.

On days when I
Was lonely and blue,
It seemed to turn out
To be just us two.

We'd go
For a walk
And to her
I would talk,

And with just her eyes,
She seemed to say
"Everything
Will be Okay."

When she
Was six,
There was
Quite a mix.

Somewhat quiet
And somewhat somber,
I would
Often wonder....

(What drives
This animal
To maintain
Her attitude?)

I later
Found out
What it was
All about.

When she
Was seven
It was still
Like Heaven.

Three months
Before she was eight,
The day came,
I knew I would hate.

March 19,
1984,
By seven p.m.,
Charmin was no more.
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From A Pup Up

Contributed by wrdz on Saturday, 15th July 2006 @ 08:17:46 PM in AEST
Topic: PetPoems

From A Pup Up

As a puppy, she was
Always playful,
And in her own way,
Always grateful.

When she
Was one,
She was
Full of fun.

When she
Was two,
And I
Was blue,

She always
Found a way
To make
My day.

When she was three,
With her around,
It wasn't long
Before I found

It was
Not just me,
But
Mostly we.

When she
Turned four,
She seemed to
Always want more.

When we went
For a walk,
With her eyes
She would talk.

Seeming
To say
At the end
Of the day,

"Everything is
Alright." she'd
Curl up on the bed
Real nice and tight.

When she
Was five,
She seemed
So alive.

On days when I
Was lonely and blue,
It seemed to turn out
To be just us two.

We'd go
For a walk
And to her
I would talk,

And with just her eyes,
She seemed to say
"Everything
Will be Okay."

When she
Was six,
There was
Quite a mix.

Somewhat quiet
And somewhat somber,
I would
Often wonder....

(What drives
This animal
To maintain
Her attitude?)

I later
Found out
What it was
All about.

When she
Was seven
It was still
Like Heaven.

Three months
Before she was eight,
The day came,
I knew I would hate.

March 19,
1984,
By seven p.m.,
Charmin was no more.

Copyright © wrdz ... [ 2006-07-15 20:17:46]
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Re: From A Pup Up (User Rating: 1 )
by lillyjane on Sunday, 16th July 2006 @ 06:02:01 AM AEST
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Its awful to lose your pet I lost two little chihuahuas 18 months ago and they died within two weeks of each other, one fretted for the other.. I still have one she is nearly 16 they all have different personalities I still miss them so know how you feel.. You can talk to them and they love you unconditionaly,
lovely poem.xx

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