I swear to the Lord,
I still can't see,
Why Democracy means,
Everybody but me.
dimanche, novembre 30, 2014
mercredi, novembre 12, 2014
My friend Kara recently lost her dog Xander. She shared this poem from Rudyard Kipling and it beautifully captures the heartbreaking absence left when we lose our faithful canine companions:
"I have done mostly what most men do and pushed it out of my mind; But I can't forget, if I wanted to, Four-Feet trotting behind.
Day after day, the whole day through—wherever my road inclined— Four-Feet said, 'I am coming with you!' and trotted along behind.
Now I must go by some other round—which I shall never find— Somewhere that does not carry the sound of Four-Feet trotting behind."