The Silver spark shined moment,
As northern winds - blowing and claimed,
For the life of me passed these years,
The Silver tales silver dog!
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L. Fokina
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There comes a minute, and the pet leaves this world, and transgressed threshold homes Silver watchdog. At this point on the neck it appears a small silver bell. He was not ringing…
In this house in livelihoods. There is a big green meadow where you can wear enough. Too many toys, because our dog to the last minute left the puppy at heart. There is no disease which skruchivali, the once powerful body.
That is precisely what they do not have is the iron monsters, disgusting vonyayuschih gasoline.
Here well. Silver bell silent…
But any dog, tilts his head and listens. That's right, he heard… quiet-quiet overnight. I heart dogs spilling, hot huge wave. Dog knows what it is, and the heart starts to beat faster. But this does not prevent anyone ringing. Indeed, very quiet. A bell increasingly vibrate.
And this is happening because we remembered in the land of his pet. Remembered his funny mordashku, his little prank. Remembered those happy moments that we have been presented. Maybe someone he saved lives. Love, which put him in a small heart can not be measured nothing. Yes there has been little. And remember only the good.
Silver dog is always with us. He will not go left.

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