We once had a wonderful dog, Pebo.
We loved him very much and had great memories.
Pebo died; we put him down.
Some said it was the loving thing to do.
He is dead.
We don't play with his ashes.
We move on.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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2 comments:
Wow. Very pointed. Very appropriate.
Probably a merciful thing to do with a mortally ill canine.
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