My old friend skipA Poem by 914
My old friend of 14 years never gave me a problem, not one bit he always came to me when I called for him that was just him my dog Skip. He was only to be mine till a winters end but things change when you get attached to a dear friend . I was In dire need of a true friend when none could be found as I was contemplating a bitter end .Skip came to me without words only comforting me with love over years till his very end. Coming home after a hard days of work was a real treat, Skip would be right at the door just waiting for it to open so he could jump in my arms with kisses just for me.Years finally caught up with Skip and no words could never express how much I do miss him only a picture I took when he first came and the last one I took when I lost him. I do keep Skips memory alive by feeding unwanted strays at the pound .I often see Skips spirit in many shapes and sizes here but I'll always remember a friend who was only to stay for a winters end instead stayed with me till his bitter end that I truly loved and adored my old friend Skip....
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