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My Best Friend
I once had a faithful companion
with me for many years.
More than a dog, she saw me through laughter,
anger and even tears.
Towards the end,
as selfish as it seems,
I was keeping her alive
for me.
Moon Beam was suffering,
that I could see,
but still I needed
her with me.
The decision to end her pain
was harder than I could know,
but I realized it was time
for my Moon Beam to go.
As she went to heaven
late that February night,
I whispered, “Goodnight, sweet Beamer,
may angels greet thee on thy last flight.”
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