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Sixteen years old, loyal everyday,
Friendship started sitting upon cupped hands.
Cuddly furball instilled delightful play,
Bringing joyous moments to aging man.
An adventure around every bend,
Trekking over dunes, leas and mountain streams.
Purity you were, spotless, without Sin,
Always together, side by side, A Team.
Then one Roaring Wolf came crushing your Life,
Ending daily routine with pain and tears.
Not able to save him cut like a knife,
Buried deep, in his red woolen sweater.
And now by gone children he's idly set,
Etched upon Stone, "Mikey Beloved Pet".
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