After your owners have
gone
And the light has left
your eyes
I lift you up
Cradle your head in
the crook of my arm
Gaze softly upon your
brow
and say
You were a good boy.
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A resurrected blog of veterinary derring do, it will no doubt fill up with whatever junk falls out of my head, some pictures, some stories and hopefully few opinions.
Mission Statement
I have set this blog up so that my friends can follow my adventures. Woody bullied me into it.
Please leave me a little comment or two to say hello :-)
About Me
- Heather
- Scotland, United Kingdom
- If I can get to bed each night and put my head on the pillow knowing I've done my best that day, however poor that may be, that's good enough for me.
Pushkar at Sunset
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