Sacred Sunday Mornings-Saddest Sunday Mournings

I look back to those sacred Sundays, the first in May, 2003;
The one we found our baby Cody, and our family came to be!
Nico then had a little brother, and “we” had two precious boys;
Who made our lives so wonderful, who brought us untold joys!
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Sunday mornings were always special, we would pile into the van;
And visit shopping venues, where doggies were not banned!
At Home Depot, we would wheel you, in a spacious shopping cart;
Then we’d drive to your most favorite place, so aptly called, PetSmart!
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In Home Depot, people would pet you, and feel your fleecy fur;
You would kiss their outstretched fingers, and let out gentle purrs!
In PetSmart, you’d play with other doggies, your tails both awag;
We’d buy you toys and yummy puppy treats, you’d sniff the shopping bag!
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We’d come home, and you’d be tired, from our lovely family day;
We’d give you each a Greenie, and then you’d hit the hay!
Oh, to have them back again, those sacred Sundays of morning’s bliss;
But they’ve become the saddest mournings, our babies so dearly missed!
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Paired homonyms
One brought joy, but the other
Brings devastation