Rover
His toys lie in the yard, a certain corner of his room left untouched. In they come, but only for awhile. Each visit brings new tears of the fond parental memories.
Years ago in sunny fields they ran, together becoming as one person. His spirit, the spark of energy flowing from every inch of a versatile body.
Time fades the bitterness, but each new day brings back a flow of thoughts. His gestures were a part of life, and now only emptiness remains.
A last monument, the lonely dying house with a label above the door...Rover.
Years ago in sunny fields they ran, together becoming as one person. His spirit, the spark of energy flowing from every inch of a versatile body.
Time fades the bitterness, but each new day brings back a flow of thoughts. His gestures were a part of life, and now only emptiness remains.
A last monument, the lonely dying house with a label above the door...Rover.
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