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It grows near for Roscoe and me.The dog limps nowcan't finish his walksnot from age but ravaged by diseasehe snores loudlyin his sleepnot from peaceful slumberbut his struggleto fight tobehe wakesstoiclygreeting youwith his sweet loyal kissin a desperate attempt tohide how weak and weary he's becomehis devotionto be by your sidefuels his commitment to endurewhatever the costand you want himto be with youforever butcannot watch hisbravery any longerhis love deservesbravery in returnthe sufferingmust endand you do the mostunselfish thingyou've never done.
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