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***
Abby
was more that our dog,
more
like a wonderful daughter,
an
Irish terrier who traveled with us,
a
fixture w..
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***
I
am the hollow man
living
my hollow life
inside
my hollow house.
Breakfast
is a box
of
empty calories;
the
dr..
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***
A
lonely beach at night turns its back
on
the even lonelier sea,
where
an unanticipated killer waits
behind
the building..
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***
What
can I do, neighbor,
to
cure this misunderstanding?
I’m
sorry, but I don’t control
leaves
or where they ..
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***
The
entry portal seemed normal,
only
a little scrape on the knuckle
of my left ring finger, a result
of
a much harder pat..
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***
It’s
not impossible, but almost,
to
embrace the pain
when
someone you love dies.
It
is necessary, but r..
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***
I
am my dog’s godless god
and
it was I who allowed her to die;
now
I’m swept away by grief, carried
by
..
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***
Forever,
it seems, I’ve heard
the
same cliches, their message
now
sounds different --
turns
on a d..
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***
Cotton
candy shouldn’t have to die
while
the fair is still in progress.
The
best dogs should live forever;
..
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***
The
loss of my dog is too fresh
to
be anything but the moon
bringing
these waves of grief
that
roll over me..
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