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Josephine Duthie
Aberdeen, Scotland

You came with me quietly
to the hole in the ground,
where we drank together.
I held your collar
and you gently lapped
from the old well.
The cast iron buckets clinked
as I lowered them in
catching the clear fluid.
It rushed in like a dam
bursting its banks.
You licked at the spill
and your tongue stuck
to the cold metal.
Your tail read pleasure
and your eyes burst
with loyal affection.
Over the long years
we must have walked miles
together to that old well,
and it seemed only fitting,
that when your day came
I would take you back
one more time.
You came with me quietly
to the hole in the ground
and I laid you to rest
beside the spring water.

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