If Dogs save no Yesterdays and expect no Tomorrows, .......
If Dogs save no Yesterdays and expect no Tomorrows, then you were so wise to fill every Today with pats on the head, a caress of that soft fur, chasing behind the children, close but not too close, soft, puppy Hugs, watching "Bird TV" in the warm light of afternoon, long puppy naps on the cool, tiled floors of our African home that was your Home too. You who had the silent grace to choose us from that Cotonou corner, had, too, the grace to know when it was time for our two paths to diverge. But I whose days are all Yesterdays and Tomorrows still look for you on that empty pillow, wait for your soft paws, tangled in the mosquito netting, the fuzzy Thump of your chin on my knee, wondering if now we'll go for just one more Walk.
Rest in peace, Piñuela the Pup.
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