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sasha

taking in an old dog, whose owner had died,

i was told that he rarely took her outside,

so i tore off her collar and threw it away,

and we went on adventures day after day.

and though she was here for only two years,

i think of her now and it brings me to tears,

but deep in my heart, i am forever glad

that i gave her the best years she’d ever had.

–image by ai

38 thoughts on “sasha”

  3. I hate to see a dog penned up who can’t roam and run. We have neighborhood dogs that run around. We all know their names. Wish by P could run with them but she’s from the country and has no conception of cars and their killing ability. I’ve always wondered how some dogs understand cars and look before crossing the road. P will just run straight toward the car. Happy wandering today!

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  11. I’m 5’9 tall, and am 29 years old,I have Salt and pepper Hair,blue eyes, and I’m Honest,family oriented, love to please the chosen man, respectful, honest, reliable, cheerful,sensitive and loyal

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