 | Bagli was a small town, when first we heard the name
Then Bagli was our bounciest dog, always ready for a game.
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Now Bagli is buried, and haunts our days and nights
With memories of playing ball, shredding coconut-husk and other memorable sights.
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 | From when she was a little pup, we had trained her not to roam,
And her personality was such that she preferred to stay at home.
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Barring a few visits, with the boys, to meet Comet and the rest,
She really wasn’t the sort to go haring off on a bandicooting-quest.
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So when she didn’t appear three days ago, when I opened the door
We hoped and prayed that it was just an aberration; nothing much more.
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Another day, and in my heart, I knew she was M.P.D.
And yesterday, after searching high and low, it was Bagli, R.I.P.
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She was the darling of the visitors, and the milkmen, too
And everyone was grieving for Bagli (and I suppose, so will all of you).
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We take a certain solace from the fact that all the expressions of grief
Are followed by a coda: “She gave so much joy to all; though her life was destined to be brief”
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Copied from A dirge for Bagli, Thekambattu blog
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