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Thirteen Years of Love
The calendar marked a baker's dozen, dear friend,
Thirteen years we walked, a journey without end.
Or so it felt, in sun-dappled parks we'd roam,
You, my shadow, my comfort, my truest home.
Your fur, once dark, now touched with silvered grace,
A map of memories etched upon your face.
The gentle nudge, the soft sigh in the night,
My heart knew you by instinct, pure and bright.
Now comes the day, the one I've always dreaded,
A silence whispers where your paws once treaded.
The hardest choice, a kindness I must give,
To ease your pain, so you might truly live,
Beyond the aches, the weakness in your stride,
With dignity and peace, by your true side.
Each final pat, a silent, tearful vow,
To carry all the joy you gave me now.
The leash hangs still, your bowl sits empty, cold,
A story whispered, bravely to be told.
Go chase the sunbeams, free from earthly ties,
Run through green fields beneath eternal skies.
A piece of me goes with you, faithful heart,
Though tears may fall, we'll never truly part.
My best friend Keno, till we meet once again.
Thank you for thirteen years, my cherished, dearest friend.

Scorpio's Song
Born beneath the scorpion's sting,
A fiery soul, a spirit strong.
Deep emotions, hidden well,
A mystery they often dwell.
Beneath the surface, passion burns,
A heart that yearns, that fiercely turns.
Loyal to the core, they'll stand,
A steadfast friend, a helping hand.
Intense and driven, they aspire,
Reaching heights, their hearts on fire.
With wisdom gained from life's hard knocks,
They navigate through stormy docks.
So let us celebrate this sign,
Whose spirit shines, a light divine.
A Scorpio's birth, a day to cheer,
For passion, strength, and love sincere.