Some dog’s bodies lay under the ground, with a fancy engraved stone over it, some dogs bones lay in the woods never to be found, except by flies, that eat away at the bones, with decaying skin over it some dogs fur and skin over them left dead by a cruel person who let it starve to death, and some, some are dieing, this second, freezing from the cold, forced into death and other dogs, strays, are trying to cling on to life, but can’t having spent their whole life trying to hold on and finally their decrepit life and body’s light flickered out, and others, others my friend, get fat off of too many treats, and dine on fine food, and then die and get buried underground with a fancy engraved stone over them and I, I watch over a dogs dead body.

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