The Sounds That Aren't You
by Pam Hardimon
I hear doggie jaws munching Even though I know C-Biscuit's already gotten to eat. I hear a collar jingling Even though I know C-Biscuit's asleep. I hear doggie footsteps Coming through my door, Then I sit up and realize That, though you're here no more, My darling Wolfie, you'll always be, Here inside, part of me. In Memory of Wolfsbane (January 10, 1996 - May 5, 2001)
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