My Dog: Lucy

I remember my sweet dog Lucy
Who was one when I was born
The only pet I ever had
She was there each and every morn.

She looked like a curly mop
With soft, springy, silky hair
She spoke to me through her eyes
A dog like her was very rare.

Lucy never was put on a leash
She always stayed in the yard
Swoosh went her tail when we called
And for our house she was a guard.

When my sister and I were young
We laid on her and pulled her tail
She never barked and never bit
Her sweetness endured without fail.

When she was old she broke her leg
An operation made her lame
A second break we knew was bad
She died and our lives were not the same.

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