His heart was made of hand-spun gold.
With flecks of shimmer in his fur
He was a beautiful site to behold.
We laughed and cried and slept in piles
Our time together always done too soon.
Sliding and running and posing and jumping;
Wild and free he howled at the moon.
To the one and only Wolfgang H. Happy birthday, darling.
xoxo Rohto
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