I lost my little Molly Dog
I lost my little Molly dog last month and I sure miss her. I had her for 11 years and she died in my arms in her 19th year of life. I stayed up every night with her those last 4 days of her life. We slept in my recliner with her on my chest. I talked softly in her ear and stroked her brow, sponge bathed her and did everything I could to calm her and let her go in peace. Dogs sure have an impact on our lives, huh? Has anyone else out there lost a beloved dog or cat?
He should let the dogs pass judgment and approval if all new hires and appointees. No dog approval= no job
If your wife is dragging her feet, then take your excellent dog to the nearest reproductive vet Today and get a sperm donation frozen. Do not make all of the mistakes I have made!
Jan, likes to be emulate for the good stuff only
Jan
Of course, we DO know one another at a very deep level, and this particular thread is evidence of who we really are and what we care about.
It is quite moving and refreshing to read these stories, all almost identical to my story, and my feelings.
Thank you.
Silver on the Hill
On the hillside where you used to run,
The wind bends silver seedheads in the sun,
Rippling with every breathy motion,
Like waves across a green and silver ocean.
I can almost see you running, after rain:
A dark path showing passage through the grain.
But now that path is empty; grass is still.
You’re on the other side of that green hill.
I hope it’s Spring there, on the other side -
Wide sunlit fields like those we used to ride,
No Stygian caves where midnight rivers flow,
Run forward, limned in love, where’er you go.
Coda:
Summer’s here; the grass is turning brown,
The squirrels are fat and lazy in their ground.
I barely see your path, although I strive,
You ran off and left me … still alive.
Janet L. Chennault
20-24 April 2018
Jan
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