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My Old Dog
She is 17 years old,
How many dog years is that?
She is grey around the muzzle.
Very little body fat.
Chicken carcass fills her skin,
So fragile and so weak.
Blind blue opaque eye,
Her temperament so meek.
She sleeps stretched out,
Small brittle arthritic bone.
She twitches as she sleeps,
Time left now is life on loan.
She sleeps so soundly,
this warm summer...
Monday 19th June 2017 3:25 pm
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