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"They will not go quietly, the dogs that shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know their spirit
still survives.
Old
habits still make us think we hear a barking at the door.
Or
step back when we drop a tasty morsel on the floor.
Our
feet still go around the place the food dish used to be,
And
sometimes, coming home at night, we miss them terribly.
And
although time may bring new friends and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts belongs to them...and always will." |