
You lived in neon greens and yellows.
Chasing happiness in a full gallop of ecstasy,
Eyes wide, tongue unraveled and not prepared to keep up.
Sauntering or skipping until your ears folded back-- commence rocketdog.
I needed sunglasses to look directly at your smile,
The way it exuded pure joy is far to intense for an average being.
You left comfortable coziness at the core of every eager admirer lucky enough to stroke your fur.
You saw no flaw.
You held no bitterness.
Authentic exuberance on four legs.
Nobody was kinder... nobody was a better friend.
Your life was a piece of art.
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