Bear | Teen Ink


May 14, 2008
By Anonymous

i remember when you used to run around
and chased the ball on the ground

i miss you prancing around like a deer
and how you acted when my dad gave you beer

it was cool when you barked at passing cars
and when you licked your fur which was black as tar

but on that day you got out of your fence
i saw somthing that made me hence

when that truck came by and i saw a red spatter
nothing but you mattered

then the vet said "your dog was hit in the head
and we couldnt save him and now he is dead"

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