Our best friends are innocents.
Instead of opinion, they offer acceptance.
Instead of judgement, they comfort.
They do not hold back, but love without reserve.
We whose pets entrust their love to us
Know that the price is paid in their leaving.
Their flame is too bright, their love too pure
Their trust too complete for this world.
Knowing this, we who can pay the price
Grieve, but do not regret.
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