In sorrow deep, he sat alone, A heart so heavy, a world unknown. Roscoe, young, with eyes so wide, Had lost the love that once stood by.
No food, no light, no will to play, His spirit fading day by day. The hands that tried could not erase The emptiness he could not face.
But fate had plans, unseen, untold, A weary dog, so frail, so old. Lost and wandering, tired and weak, Yet carrying hope they both would seek.
A chance encounter, a bond so true, A love that sparked, a life renewed. No longer lost, no longer lone, Together now, a place called home.
They run, they play, they swim with glee, Two souls once broken, now set free. Roscoe finds joy in his friend so dear, A love that wipes away each tear.
Though life may take, it also gives, In friendship’s warmth, the spirit lives. For hearts can heal, and love will mend, When found within a faithful friend.
