Old Dog waits,
His head on her paws,
The teeth are long gone,
From his gummy old jaws.
Her legs don't quite work,
He can no longer play,
He'd go fetch the ball,
He liked it that way.
When the car rolls up
He rolls to her feet,
He limps to her owner,
His tongue set to greet.
He'd love to jump up
And lick her face,
But she walks down the pathway
And Old Dog can't keep pace.
Old dog left for death...
Old dog Craving for life..
Old dog is about to die
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