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Missing in action
Every night and every minute of every day
On the dotted line
If there was a religion which guaranteed an afterlife of reunion with all your old pets I would sign up in a wag of a dog’s tail
Lost is lost
Unheard footsteps echoing in halls; unglimpsed eyes peeping round doors; unseen tails wagging with joy; unspoken barks welcoming home.
