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Murphy

My dog,

My playmate and 

Best friend.

Murphy.

You are my friend

with long, shedding,

amber fur.

It is all over my bed,

but I don't care.

You with your

big brown, understanding

eyes, like moons

in a sea of gold.

So old you are 

graying at your

muzzle.

Five years, or

thirty-five for you.

You are my playmate

jumping around and

fetching the yellow-green

tennis ball.

Your favorite.

Happiness when I

see my friend.

Arrive home,

he is waiting.

Set out for a walk,

he is ready.

Many of my tears,

over the years,

find your coat.

Part of my

heart,

life,

identity,

would be gone

if you departed.

That is then,

and I dread

the day.

But this is now.

I have my fluffy,

big eyed,

loving

puppy.

And I am happy

with my Murphy.

Olivia Jorde