In quiet corners, memories thrum,
A ghostly echo, a soft-spoken hum,
Paws on wood, a love that's passed,
Yet still, their presence steadfast.
Whispers of fur, the sound of grace,
A faithful friend, a warm embrace,
In the silence, we listen close,
To the paws that once held us close.
Their spirit lingers, a tender tune,
A gentle reminder of love's full moon,
In the echoes of paws, forevermore,
A bond eternal, a love that's pure.
Gone from sight, but ever near,
The sound of paws, we hold so dear.
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