She cowered in the corner,
Whimpering at my approach.
I could see the fear in her eyes
As I continued to encroach.

This half starved little beagle,
Left to stray out in the valley,
Lead me on a lengthy chase
That ended in that alley.

The sight of her broke my heart,
I knew why she retreated.
The scars she had were evidence
Of how she was mistreated.

I picked her up and held her,
Said I’m taking you with me.
A dog like you needs a home,
And a loving family.

And that was the beginning,
Of the years that we would spend,
Me becoming her daddy,
Her becoming my best friend.

We would take walks on the beach,
Even in stormy weather.
And as the years drifted on,
She and I grew old together.

Her old eyes lost their sparkle,
The arthritis wasn’t kind.
I carried her on our walks,
And she didn’t seem to mind.

But this will be the first day,
In years, I’ve walk through town,
Without that little beagle,
For today we put her down.

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