From toddling steps beside a giant's stride,
Sandy's warmth wrapped me, a Labrador wide.
In those young years, no words could replace,
The wag of a tail, the soft, friendly face.
Then Bimbo, cheeky with mischief to spare,
A poodle's nips and a bum-biting dare.
Laughter and love, bound up in that fluff,
Though he's long gone, his memory's enough.
Scout came next, with a family heart,
From ages 8 to 15, never apart.
Gentle and kind, steady as stone,
With him, I never felt truly alone.
Leo, a collie with boundless delight,
Walked by my side in morning's first light.
Though he was Russell's, still he was mine,
In every walk, our souls intertwined.
Then Honey, my own, a dream come true,
A loyal lab, ever faithful and true.
In her soft eyes, I found solace and peace,
Years filled with love that never did cease.
Tess would whine if I left her side,
A shepherd's love, unshaken, wide.
Her loyalty fierce, her devotion strong,
In those brief years, we felt we belonged.
Mini came when I'd journeyed far,
A Jack Russell, my guiding star.
From Dublin streets, he was my friend,
His little heart, a love without end.
Then Sandy again, gentle and sweet,
An abandoned soul found on Grafton Street.
With Mini by his side, he became family too,
In his quiet ways, love felt anew.
Stan, my mastiff, champion of pride,
With strength unmatched, always by my side.
Though trophies may gleam, it's him I adore,
For in his embrace, I found something more.
Hilda, dear girl, who struggled in pain,
A heart so big, despite the strain.
Her spirit bright, her courage clear,
She taught me strength through every tear.
Ziggy, sleek and handsome black,
With Caitlin's love, he'd never lack.
A lab so fine, a picture of grace,
In every moment, warmth found its place.
Rosie, my beauty, gentle and mild,
And Jenny too, forever styled.
Craig's pride and joy, they walked so near,
Each a light, a love so clear.
Kizzie, a daughter, black and bright,
Lost far too soon in cancer's blight.
Her spirit lingered, though her time was brief,
A shadowed joy, a lasting grief.
Minnie, sweet Minnie, from Ziggy's line,
Taken too young, before her prime.
A tragedy struck, her spark put to rest,
But her memory lingers, forever blessed.
Beau, a solo soul, so polite and fair,
Content in solitude, with none to share.
Yet in his quiet, he taught me peace,
How even alone, love can increase.
Roxy, strong, a rottweiler true,
Proud and mighty, steadfast through.
And Bonnie, bold, wary yet kind,
From Poland's heart, her love defined.
Heidi, from France, with speed and charm,
A Lancashire Heeler, safe from harm.
And Lottie from Holland, soft and sweet,
With boundless love, life feels complete.
They win, they lose, it matters not,
For each one holds a cherished spot.
They're mine, my family, my boundless pride,
With them, my heart shall always reside.
Through days of joy and nights of blue,
They stood by me, forever true.
In every paw, a love so pure,
My dogs, my life—my heart's cure.
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