Her gallop had a spring to it,
Her canter had it's grace,
Her coat was soft and light,
She had a pretty face.
She trotted ever so carefully,
Tried not to knock me off,
She held her head so high,
Looked ever so posh.
Time was running out for her,
Darkness had awoke,
To cover her precious life,
With a puff of thick black smoke.
That day was the saddest day of all,
It pulled us both apart,
She will leave this world, never to return,
But, forever in my heart...
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