Gone, gone, gone.
When I go home next summer, he will be gone.
Gone to heaven, to live among the clouds and in the skies.
No more stubborn dog looking at me with his black & round puppy eyes, demanding attention.
He will be gone to another world, where suffering no longer exists.
But no matter what happens, he will be prouder than ever, beaming down at me from above,
As proud of me, as I am of him.
But even though, physically he is gone,
He will always be somewhere in my heart.
Even now, I can imagine him staring at me with the blacks and whites of his eyes, right by my feet.
I can imagine his little tongue poking out as he enjoys his evening nap on his grey sofa.
I can imagine his messy, brown and furry face looking up at me as he wakes up ready for a meal of beef.
But as miserable as I am, I am proud of his long life even though it deteriorated towards the end,
And I know that he is proud of me and my achievements.
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