The following poem is a poem my roommate gave to me when my dog passed away
We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its aweful gaps, we still would live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan.
-Irving Townsend
my own words~ this poem is so true. I adopted my dog from a shelter, knowing full well that he was a senior dog, yet I wouldn't give up the 3 years I got with him for anything. I find peace within myself knowing that I gave him a happy and loved final 3 years.
Fatboy- You are still alive in my heart 1/23/2009
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