My Champion

My puppy turned 15 today.

This makes me sad so I start to cry.

He brings his favorite toy to me.

Don’t cry.  Let’s play, is what he’s saying.

His sweet little face has turned gray but he is still handsome.

We play a bit and then he walks over to his chair.

He motions with his paw.

He wants up.

I help him.

He likes to sit next to me looking out the window while I work.

Always keeping guard over me.

He is my Champion … and I’ll always be his

Champion

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