A happy and black puppy was jumping
And barked at everything he could see.
"Hey, my master – we're always together,
Let's sing with you from happiness.
How I have served you selflessly,
Only thee in the world I lived in.
Just waiting for you at the door,
This must be a dog's fate.
But the years passed, and the dog got sick
And falls to the floor with old feet.
But loyalty, as before, in the eyes keeps.
Until he's alive and buried in the ground.
"In the morning, tell me where you're going."
I know master, you will burn me.
I can no longer serve as I used to,
I don't need to live without it.
You know, master, I won't lie to you –
- With you I will die quietly next to you.
Well, let's go on my last journey,
But don't forget my look, master.
Dog s death
© Copyright: Мария Филипповна Макарова, 2020
Свидетельство о публикации №120010303187
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