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Location: Wonderland ... ocationally reality
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This is a poem I wrote following the passing of my first boxer Maggie and getting my second boxer, Edgar.
Edgar He is mournful as if he knew the place he fills is still tender. He is not my fawn colored nanny nor my ever patient friend. He cannot play the same games or know my favorite seat. He did not grow up with me and does not know her tricks. He will never be her, Maggie was just once, but he is Edgar. He is dark and lovely, looking scarier than he is. He is sorrowful and pained, melancholy of his namesake. He rests against me, somehow hurting too. I close my eyes and hug him tight, he is not Maggie, but he is Edgar.
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"A really companionable and indispensable dog is an accident of nature. You can't get it by breeding for it, and you can't buy it with money. It just happens along." - E B White
"Old dogs, like old shoes, are comfortable. They might be a bit out of shape and a little worn around the edges, but they fit well." - Bonnie Wilcox |
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