He was always known as Drew
He really enjoyed eating my shoe
Drew had a hidden pile of bones
And possibly a few of my cell phones.
His fur consisted of black and white spots
My neighbor called him Mr. Spots
He was a man's best friend
Loved and cherished to the end.
It was a blistering cold day
Can you believe it was the month of May
The snow was packed so high
Chilled to the bone, you just wanted to cry.
Drew decided to go outside
Nonone could find him and we cried
Drew was found later that day
Still this day we are all still okay
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