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4/14/2008
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Toby is my rock..
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The way he looks up at me with such approval and how He looks to me for his needs , the feel of his paws on my rough hands and the wet tongue that greets my face and how he weeps when I go away . These things make me feel so good, his unconditional love and understanding is that which I love the most, he does not yell at me nor tell me I am stupid, He never expects nothing of me but Me.. I just adore how he runs after me like it matters what I do or where I go.. just his presence can stop an outburst, his love keeps me going, If I don't pick up my socks, wash my hands, lock the door, become a doctor or millionaire matters little to him, If I just pick him up and give him a kiss, call his name or throw him a brisket is enough for him, How he loves me and does not care what I have done nor what I do later.. I speak of my little puppy, my medicine, my doctor, and my reason for waking up just one more day and saying ' OK, Today I have a purpose, Today will be OK '. |
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