Sitting on the front porch this morning,
on the front little stoop,
smoking my cylinder of sin;
This canine at my feet.
Within a patch of sun,
I massaged her toes.
Bliss Tis this moment.
When rain finally gives way,
and the dawn brings the light,
I rise.
I wake with the sun,
As the night sheds it mantel.
She is good, this one.
She brings peace,
Order,
Disorder,
Love, unconditionally,
Give without thought,
Listen quietly to your tears,
Bows her head,
And touches your soul,
Like the first breath of life.
She repairs you.
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by PaulaB 
So true!!! Well said…I’m so happy you have dear Irish. Pass along my love for a job well done! :)
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Will do …and thank you
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Glad Irish is there for you, Paula. {{{hugs]}} Kozo
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Oh, me too :) thnx Kozo
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Yes indeed, four leggeg dogs and cats, they can truly sense our feelings and they are there to console us. Glad you have Irish.
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It always amazing me how intune these four leg beasties can be
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I love my Maggie, who is always at my feet. xx
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…like living rugs at our feet, with cold noses and warm hearts
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