Childhood dog

Grace Van Cleave
Sep 19, 2025
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Woof Woof

My childhood friend

The one who made me feel loved

The toys we shared

The walks we went on

As we grew

TIme flew

The young

Turned into old

The hyper

Turned into calm

The running

Switched to walking

His eyes open

Then shut

My forever best friend

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