He once was a puppy
who could run
all day,
And chase a ball
‘til my arm hung
like a worn down
baseball bat . . .
He once was a puppy
who would walk
mile after mile
with me,
Exploring the world’s
seven wonders . . .
He once was a puppy
who could find me
no matter where,
when I was lost . . .
Every day now
I remember the puppy
he once was,
As we slowly walk
his daily route
nearly blind . . .
I am thankful.
--Kurt Kristensen
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