For Blue

My girlfriend's father had a lovely dog who they had to put down last Saturday. I wrote three haiku in honor of her.

 

Old Blue missed Taffy

she just wasn’t the same dog

without her best friend.

I recall giving

Blue a good scratch, the last time

I saw her this month.

 

I threw the tennis

ball her way and thought I saw

Blue running for it.

 

 

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