Molly the dog
She turns quiet now
She isn’t her usual
self
Wagging her tail in
joy
She can’t recognize
me
As I stroke her
body
She stares at me
Eyes have slowly
turned blind
Molly is sick
The owner doesn’t
want to put her to sleep
She suffers in
silence counting her days
When she will leave
her earthly home
She used to play
with me
When I came for the
visit
Now she looks at the
stranger
Stroking her body
touching her head
Molly the dog
Once she could
recognize me
Now she has the
faraway look
Counting the days to
go to sleep
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