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Bobji

In a single bed. Three dogs and I. Bobji bedside my head, brow in middle and in transit for he will move to the sofa soon. Kali at my feet from where soon he will begin to snore. Hot milk whisky honey on bedside table. I say to bobji : everything will be alright. You’ve had 4 glorious pups, three boys one girl. You may not survive again another litter, and I want and need you to live longer. You are my faithful friend, the one near me. Brow is and always will be different, sadly. For I wish he was more of you. You are the one I reach out to first light, first awakening into consciousness each morning. You feel my touch.

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