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Sunday, March 05, 2006

One year ago

Honey moved in temporarily one year ago.

We celebrated by watching the Oscars. One of us had yogurt, peanut butter and kibble in a Kong then lay in front of the fire on a blanket and fell asleep, periodically exhaling a deep breath of contentment. I'm not sure which of us was happier.

For Honey who has caused me no end of expense, hassle, housing problems, etc. An excerpt of a poem by Jane Kenyon.


The dog searches until he finds me
upstairs, lies down with a clatter
of elbows, puts his head on my foot.

Sometimes the sound of his breathing
saves my life -- in and out, in
and out; a pause, a long sigh. . . .


Anonymous catbird said...

Only a true dog lover will appreciate that poem and understand its truth.
It made me want to cry the good tears that say, "yeah. I get that. big time." :)

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