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Your dog and I are lonely,
We miss you very much;
The house is quiet, dear,
You are indeed our crutch.
Our appetites are failing,
The flowers are no more,
We eagerly await you,
Though you may be sore.
On these sunny mornings
We wend our weary way,
To the park, as usual,
But waiting for the day
When it is a blossom,
The grass will be so green,
And the sun is warmer
When you are on the scene.
So now you know, my Darling,
Though not quite so strong,
We hope that your homecoming
Will not be very long.
— Mike
We miss you very much;
The house is quiet, dear,
You are indeed our crutch.
Our appetites are failing,
The flowers are no more,
We eagerly await you,
Though you may be sore.
On these sunny mornings
We wend our weary way,
To the park, as usual,
But waiting for the day
When it is a blossom,
The grass will be so green,
And the sun is warmer
When you are on the scene.
So now you know, my Darling,
Though not quite so strong,
We hope that your homecoming
Will not be very long.
— Mike
