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My furry friend
When I first saw you I thought you were the cutest dog I’ve seen. Especially those floppy ears of yours and the little boot like feet with the white print on them. I knew you would bring us joy but, I had no idea how much. With that feisty personality of yours howling at me, when I first get up going to the cabinet to get a treat first thing in the morning or want to go for a walk which in our house we have to say W otherwise you go crazy and start whining if we don’t go right away. I love how when you’re happy your tail doesn’t just wag it also spins which, I find quite unusual. Being able to play all by yourself in the back yard and how athletic you are you’ve got such great skill. Running, prancing, and rolling around catching squirrels and birds. Going for nice long walks, hikes then go to your bed and get covered with your blanket when it’s cold and putting up with your brother over the years tormenting you saying, Elsa go upstairs every night with your tail between your legs.
By Jennifer lindquist3 days ago in Poets
Lunch, now
My brother’s widow Lunches with her youngest child Today, his birthday My brother died in September of 2024 at the age of 75. 2 massive hurricanes landed in Tampa, Florida. He became ill and was hospitalized at Tampa General Hospital. They released him, with pneumonia, as the city streets were flooding. A few days later, he was admitted to a different hospital, where he died. His birthday is March 9.
By Andrea Corwin 4 days ago in Poets
