I remember you
Your eyes were yellowish-green
You are gone three years
I love you always, Buddy
For you I will always weep
Mama
Saturday, October 27, 2018
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Two of ours never even made it to four. He had a lovely name.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteHe was a rescue from a feral colony. I expect they were all rather inbred. He always had a lot of health issues, but most of them seemed minor. I suppose his body wasn't made to live very long, but that doesn't help much.
This one really got me in the heart. Big hugs x
ReplyDeleteTreasure the love however brief.
ReplyDeleteI do. But I am not ashamed to admit that there is still a gaping hole in my heart. I love all of my animal friends, but he was particularly special.
DeleteMy heart is sore because I know this pain and we miss them always. They are but loaned to us to teach us this thing called love.
ReplyDeleteI'm afraid in my case life hasn't done much to teach me love, but rather sorrow. I hold myself away from bonding with anything because it always leads to sorrow.
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