Don't be sad, My Master, it is my designated time to die.
I cherish the memories we shared! Please don't cry.

I remember our walks where you let me drag you.
Hardened paws became soft after the miles we tread together so true.

My ebony fur has lost its gleam replaced by the gray hairs of old age
A strong body has grown weary from my younger puppy stage.

Memories sweep by of the many hugs you gave each day.
Old bones are brittle and they yearn to find an eternal rest away.

My guardian spirit will comfort you when you are feeling out of place.
But My Master, I will never forget your love emitting from your face.

It is time for me to say my final goodbye and start my restful sleep.
My Master, All of our wonderful times will be recorded in my soul deep.

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