It's been three months since the day when you died.
You were a wonderful dog and that can't be denied.
I remember the day when I bought you.
When you died, it was a terrible thing to go through.
I became a lucky man when your former owner sold you to me.
You were my Chihuahua and I bought you on August 18, 2020.
When you died, it was something that was sure to devastate.
You were my dog and that's something I'll always appreciate.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Dedicated to Hazel who died three months ago today on December 9, 2023.
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A lovely girl. Some people get 'replacement' pets, or after a while.
I don't think it would be betraying or forgetting her memory, as we wouldn't ever do that, but there's comfort in a new pet too, I would say.
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