I lie on my bed, I could sleep all day,
My racing days a distant memory away.
I eat the food that is now all mine,
No more risking my bones to cross the finish line.
Cuddles and kisses are in endless supply,
I don't understand why my friends had to die.
No more lure that I have to chase,
But I play on the sands in a big open space.
No more kennel to call my bed,
Instead a big duvet on which I rest my head.
I now have a "Mummy" and a "Nanna" too,
I had a lucky escape, and I wish the same for you.
Love Razor xxx
By Leanne Bingham.
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