Here I lie, in the bed I’ve made
Sunken from many naps
I chase squirrels in my dreams
And remember romps through the park with my master.
I’ve slowed down
My face, now gray with age,
My eyes are dim, and my hearing slight
But my heart is tuned to my family,
Who have met my needs these many years.
Our story began years ago
When my humans appeared at the beagle rescue…
We connected.
I think they were looking for someone like me.
Together we visit outdoor markets
Where delightful smells fill the air
And strangers love to rub my ears
Somehow everyone knows my name…
Buddy the Beagle on Blueberry Street.
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