“Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen.” Orhan Pamuk
One Dog (Sasha) We shared a language of love, none of it written, except deep in our being, and we knew our joys and disappointments, miscued expectations held in tension, and those sad eyed looks accompanying disrupted routines, or the sense of betrayal when visiting the vet; you hid from the thunder in out of way places and pined when we journeyed without you, you pulled us on walks and ran like a teen, even in your dotage, you weathered the pain of ageing until you lay down to rest; but it's never just the stories or fun, you are part of the family flesh a companion ever held in our circle of love. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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