He would not let anyone pet him but me
He did not like being tied to a tree
He would put his soft muzzle on my knee
He would lick my salty tears lovingly
To break the cycle was up to me
It would not matter if God heard my plea
I wanted all my worries to flee
He died when my baby was inside of me
I thought he was the only one who let me BE
But when our family became three
I found that my baby and me
Connected like me and Free
In memory of my dog, Freedom
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Perhaps your poor dog would not appreciate spam on your memory post. sorry...
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