A young boy and his puppy grew up together.
Happily they played in all kinds of weather.
That puppy was the boy's wealth.
He loved that puppy to death.
The dog was 14 years old when he died.
On that day, a young man cried and cried.
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I would like to translate this poem
Puppies are adorable.. Dogs are the best friend of man, they love more than we love ourselves Nice poem.. I too went through the same :)