dedications

Ashley

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"Ashley"

I see her picture,

and then realize she's gone.

My heart, stops,..

then races on.

I cherish that lick on the face,

the one captured in a photo,

That at any time,

seemed part, and place.

Hmm. what I would give

to feel such pleasantries

and all the love, that my dog gave

to me.

She's gone on,

and I feel so all alone.

My Pup has left me,

and I'm in this place.

I remember when I was less than perfect,

and feel disgrace.

I feel the tears

that fill my eyes

Cause with her death

I see my lies.

Who teaches who

In this game of life.

My pup is gone

And I feel such strife.

James Haddon, March/2003

Dedications

LAURIE

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Sweet and gentle, aloof and dignified

Aged 15 or 16

March 2004

Old Dogs Do Not Die

We have a secret, you and I,

That no one else shall know.

For who but I can see you lie

Each night in fireglow?

And who but I can reach my hand

Bofore we go to bed,

And feel the living warmth of you

And touch your silken head?

And only I walk woodland paths

And see ahead of me,

Your small form racing with the wind,

So young again and free.

And only I can see you swim

In every brook I pass..

And when I call no one but I

Can see the bending grass....

~Author Unknown