CRUNCH! Magazine Spring 2016 | Page 40

Victoria Monaco !

The Last Stride

These legs that used to walk . The fur that used to drop .
That happy face when you come to the door , It ' s no longer smiling anymore .
Let ' s take a moment to remember , That happy presence , You now only see when you slumber ..
Though she ' s no longer here , We still love her . We still call her name , And still picture her running .
That ghastly happy face ,
Still jumping on the door .. Wondering when we ' re coming home ..
When we come home , It ' s not the same . It will never be the same , Without you here .
Now take your time with your last breath , Remember our scent , Remember our touch , Remember the pain that hurt soo much …
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