Up ahead he stops as he sniffs the dew damp air.
Then he is on his way again
He bounds and runs in fields of green
His gait is long and without stress
His world is safe and sure.
His life without a care
Then he stops to look toward me, with a patient glace,
before he jogs away. . . .
He is my sturdy guide and friend.
My ally in every task
Our bonds of friendship fastened tight
in friendship forged through the toils of life.
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