Reminiscence
Reminiscence is the shits.

As it starts to rain down now, thinking back to other days we would tell her to get back into her house, and she would not listen and jus sit outside the door looking in, getting drenched. Her house that dad and I built. I call it a house as its made of bricks and mortar, with clay tile roofing and gutter, and natural air conditioning. Not a kennel at all. The best place a dog called live in and she did.


At least the Gods are shedding a tear for you as well.

Here's to you Jackie! It's gonna be quiet without you.

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