The End of
the Race Quick as
lightning we sped 'round the track
paws thundering heavily to stay with the pack.
To the finish we flew, exhausted and spent
straining for the mark, our heads downward bent.
We ran for the love and the thrill of the
chase;
for the pride and the joy we felt when we raced.
Surrounded by friends all rooing and playing,
we knew at some point that we wouldn't be staying.
Still fleet and quite nimble, those days long
are past.
We now enjoy romps and runs through the grass,
to the arms of our loved ones waiting there crouched,
or to our favorite spot on the end of the couch.
And when our time comes, we'll face it with
pride
by the side of our loved ones, their tears trying to hide.
They gave us their love and we gave it right back.
Now we await their arrival at the end of the track.
For the race now is over. The hard work
is done.
We'll walk 'cross the bridge when we again see the one
whose arms we remember down low in a crouch
calling our names as we wiggle about.
Happily we'll run and leap into those arms.
We'll cuddle and roo as they keep us from harm.
Then we'll both leave together and head on our way,
to spend the rest of forever enjoying a new day.
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