She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever:
I was not wrong.
...
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Goodnight sweet princess...until we meet again. You are what I think of when I imagine heaven.
Daisy
January 1, 1998 - February 7, 2011
Hi, you don't know me, but I linked to your blog via diagnosis urine. I'm so sorry to hear about your dog. My dogs are like my kids and I was just so sad for you when I read this that I had to make a comment. Best wishes to you.
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