Sweet, if sweetness could take form.
Peace, if peace did feel soft and cuddly, with ears soft like tissue,
by my side, to catch every tear.
Purity, if purity was black with a white chest, chin, and toes.
His brave bark, his confident cadence, his human heart,
pair well with those human eyes that look deep into your soul.
Perfection, if perfection had the cutest face.
Never a disappointment, Never a doubt, Never a frown
with Jet.
*photo by Tiffanie Ma.
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