11/27/21 Pals to the end cc

Pals to the end 

Me and my dog here on planet earth

I rub his head and I'm filled with mirth

The joy he brings me is no small thing

We sit by the wood stove waiting for spring

Every morning he curls up to my head

And wines in my ear that he wants to be fed

He's old I'm old both soon to be dead

Together will face whatever is ahead 

Pals to the end

11/27/21 day 29,975