but she had heart for days
she walked with me
through the darkness
protected me
from the shadow's grip
the only one
who didn't judge
as I sprawled
at the bottom
scraping
at the floor
when I despaired
she loved
simple and fearless.
A good dog.
A beagle.
May her teeth
ever be sharp
and her bark
Thunderous.
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