We will miss you, Rocket-dog.
Your play-growl that didn't fool us,
The game you taught us,
Where we'd blow at your muzzle
And you'd snap at our breath.
Your warm dog body grew cold today,
Your breath stilled,
And we cried to let you go.
I sometimes wonder why
The Creator gave dogs short lives.
It's not how I would have chosen.
Wait for us, Rocketty.
We'll be there some day.
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