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Posted by MFish

I'll tell you a story
about this tiny, small dog,
that somehow thought
he was a frog.
He would hop about, happily
with an occasional running spree.
He would sit on his bed
at the darkest of night
with nary a human
within the dimmest of light.
He was so very lonely,
that was easy to see.
He wanted a simple adoption
and then he would be free.
To have someone to love him
that would most surely be
the best thing to happen,
If it were only me.

When the evening light, turns to black,
It's the time for a memory lapse.
Not recalling names of long lost friends,
Or remembering places we went to, often.
The sense of loss of her mind, I feel
Afraid for her, in this life surreal.
"Weep not for me", she's said before,
As we trudge towards that fateful door.
The cruelty of this disease, to me
Astounds my view of the lost memory.

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