To Be Loved Well… is all that matters

On the day he passed
Grass smelled of sunshine, birds sang
Wet cheeks touched his fur

Hold him in you heart 
Don't cry, he was loved, lived well,
and died in your arms

A soul only needs
To have love through this journey, 
be held when it ends.

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