He grabs a piece of paper
to make a list of things
to shelter from the rain;
he writes down “awkward doggy
kisses” twice and folds the rest
into a paper plane.
I had a Pomeranian that went by the name of Terry. We grew up together for nearly 12 years before he passed away. That was a decade ago. It is still the biggest heartbreak I have suffered. I don’t have a single photo of him because that’s just how life sometimes is.
Terry came to us when he was just a few weeks old. We instantly became best friends. That we had not one other friend made us even closer.
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