There once was a dog named Whistles with bark bigger than his bite.
We'd take long walks on woodsy terrain his duties done out of sight,
Longing for his doggy treats and dinner for which that dog did cry,
Vigilant for the squirrel or deer that often passed in time.
Dear whistles is my best friends pet and forever gets a smile,
Even as he ages and cannot hear lifes crashing riles.
The heart of Whistles is ever true as he waits for heaven's bliss,
With no Whistles there to greet me, my life would be a mess.
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