Monday, May 21, 2012

She knows...

This isn't her usual resting place, she knows.  My suitcase is packed, she knows.  I cleaned the house and it smells of pine sol and windex, she knows.  I'm not able to take her with me, she knows...poor old Zoe, I wish I could fit her in my pocket and take her everywhere with me.  My sweet, faithful friend.  I'll be back soon!  I love you.

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