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Sunday, September 20, 2020

Thank You Willow

 





Willow died one year ago today. 

The only problem is nobody told Willow.  In the past year she has cold-nosed the back of my bare leg; licked my fingers in the dark; lie in the shadow under the table, in front of where I sit and gently paw my foot; looking at me sadly;  make gnawing sounds;  pant to make it look like she is smiling and enjoying life; whine; sneeze; and letting little little farts.

I never actually see her near me but I can sense her in my peripheral vision.  She is there alright.

When I walk daily, I sense she is near, walking per our selected pace beside me, stopping to smell something and then catch up with me.

Thank you Willow for not leaving yet.

 



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