Youβve gone to ground, my little seed,
Tucked beneath the turning leaves.
The silence sits where you once played,
Yet love still lives in memories made.
Your eyes would search where she might be,
A little paw, a whine, a plea.
Cradled in your loving snug,
Rest now boy, with warmth and love.
In my mind you wander free,
On clouds that rise where earth should be.
But when I meet my journeys end,
Iβll wrap you in my arms again.
For now, goodbye sweet boy.

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