At six I first experienced loss
My dog had passed, leaving me alone
I wept for her on the day I was told
I did not realize she was that old
My mom handed me pictures
Of all the times I spent with her
I refused them, hurting even more
Although, it’s all a blur
I would never see her again
So I searched for a new pet to call a friend
There was a dog at the shelter
And when I saw her, I wanted nothing more than to help her
Her name was Chloe, her fur gold
Reminded me of the one that was my old
I fell in love with that dog, with all of my heart
But sadly, we were torn apart
Another family had taken her
Let her stay at her house
I was devastated, and my tears fell quiet as a mouse
But on the morning of my birthday
I went on a drive
I didn’t know where I was going, but I enjoyed the ride
But when we arrived,
I saw what was there
Another golden retriever was standing there
She was mine
I took her home
I named her Chloe
Now I was not alone.
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