We knew it was coming, but like most pet people, we just kept thinking "tomorrow." But, alas, tomorrow was today.
"Goodby My Comrade"
Goodby, my comrade, you are gone.
The evening wears a darker hue.
The moon and I are left alone
To live upon the thought of you.
Moon, broken fragment in the sky
Where once you reigned in full delight,
You are not lonelier than I,
In your far, solitary flight.
O Moon, we are but halves tonight.
Charles Erskine Scott Wood
On this Full Moon -- to our sweet Abbey Enis Puddin'chin -- the best and sweetest girl -- YOU WILL BE MISSED!
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