My Best Friend Tasha
We found you just running loose one summer’s day
We took you up to the announcer at the parade; “Say
does anyone own this dog?” The announcer said,
“Is anyone missing a dog? It’d be a shame, she looks well-fed,
to have to take her to the pound.”
We waited a while, and nobody came around
to claim her, and we looked at each other, and knew
what we had to do. So that’s how you
came to live with us, and looking back on it,
I wouldn’t trade one minute, not one bit
of the time we had together
The way you looked chasing a Frisbee, or strained at your tether
when you knew we were going for a ride in the car
Your passing has left a void in my heart, and a scar
on my soul that will never heal
Even now, when I think of you, I feel
blue; but I’ll always cherish the time that we had
I just think of your face, when I’m up upset or sad
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