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It always seems like you're running here & there, often much to fast,
often never noticing the truly grand things in life. Look down at me now,
while you sit there at your computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at
yours? They are slightly cloudy now, that comes with age. The gray hairs are
beginning to ring my soft muzzle. You smile at me; I see love in your eyes.
What do you see in mine? Do you see a spirit, a soul inside who loves you as
no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of
prior wrongdoing for just a simple moment of your time?
Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly,
sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat. Sometimes we
age so slowly before your eyes that you do not even seem to know, until the
very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded
eyes. Still the love is always there, even when we take that long sleep, to
run free in distant lands.|
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CALL 212.726.DOGS | www.StrayfromtheHeart.org | PO Box 11 NYC, NY 10024-0011
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