Waggles
Waggles, a
green puppy
with worn fur,
floppy ears
sits on my bookshelf,
no eyes, so no
tears.
He may remember
when his girl
was sick
and he was
covered
with something
smelly and thick.
The girls’ mom hand-washed
him
set him on a vent
to dry,
so his little
girl
wouldn’t stay
up and cry.
Back cuddled in
bed,
he made her
feel warm.
He’ll always remember
the love of her
mom.
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