"I am large. I contain multitudes." - Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Meine Liebling Hund




I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that. ~W. Dayton Wedgefarth

I miss you, Aaron, sweet boy.

2 comments:

benjiedlp said...

i'm with you, Chim.

Mayang said...

Thank you dearest friend.

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