Dear Doc,
You're such a softie.If I say the wrong thing, you hide. If I raise my voice, you will be shocked. How could I be so cruel?
You are my heart and soul.
You are my sunshine. I sing this song to you. Horrible in my off-key voice and you pretending to like it. I love watching you. I watch you move and I'm thrilled with the ease that your body negotiates the turns and bumps and sudden stops.
I see your Plumey tail wave.
I can not imagine my life without you, although I know this is probably inevitable to me.
Be well, my son. Live long. Love life.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
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