Loving and loyal,
Cream and shiney,
Stout and furry,
Speedy as puff,
Always in hurry
Couple of smudge,
Rub my ears,
wet my feet,
kiss my face,
Always comes when pick you name,
You sparkling when you sport,
Great big hint glint my face,
Big black eyes like moon pies,
It just get in my head,
Making me cry in my bed.
Lucie you're truly gone.
I keep your little photo
Hung on shady wall,
Heaven the place you are in,
we always remember you all,
You made saintly dog of all! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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Big black eyes like moon pies. Sometimes the perfect pet finds the perfect person. Such great happiness comes forth splendidly, playfully in a bittersweet ballad. Lucky person, lucky pet.