Come follow me,
Let’s go play.
There’s smells to sniff,
It’s a beautiful day.
Come follow me,
Let’s frolic amongst the trees.
There’s leaves to roll in,
They’ll make us sneeze.
Come follow me,
Let’s dig a hole,
We’ll get all grubby,
Don’t you know.
Come follow me,
Let’s go play.
For you never know,
If it will be your last day.
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #156
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That was a nice read 😀
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Thanks, I was thinking of my dogs 😊
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That is quite poignant
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Both my dogs are really old 🙁
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An important lesson in your fun poem Deb
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Thanks Sadje 😊
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You’re welcome my friend
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There’s not much more fulfilling than having a pet and nothing sadder than when we lose them. This is a beautiful and heartfelt piece.
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Thanks Eugi, with our dogs growing old it’s always in the back of my mind
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That last line is a chilling thought. But also true
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My dogs are getting very old ☹️
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You know, they do tend to do that. They slow down before we do. Take care of them
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We are 🙂
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🙂
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