Charlie
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I buried him near the fuchsias
where he liked to lie, snapping
at the bees and flies that dared
invade his space.
A feisty chap with a furry face
and huge brown eyes.
His whiskers drooped even as a pup,
more so as the years went by.
And when his eyesight failed,
he'd follow my voice to jump onto my lap,
tail a-wagging, ears pricked and alert.
This was our quality time.
With my companion gone I now avoid
the paths we walked. For habit made
me turn around and wait.
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