The saga/history/thoughts of two gay partners and their 4-footed child picking up stakes in the US and immigrating to Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
A Dog Named Beau . . . .
Anyone who has ever had a "Four-Footed-Child" will appreciate this Jimmy Stewart poem:
Typing through tears here, o' course ... It was when Jimmy guessed at what Beau might be thinking in the middle of the night that I was a goner. Isn't that all of us? Very wise man.
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Typing through tears here, o' course ... It was when Jimmy guessed at what Beau might be thinking in the middle of the night that I was a goner. Isn't that all of us? Very wise man.
Thanks for this.
Skdadl - me as well.
My "Four-Footed-Child" passed away two months ago and, I do feel her on the bed during the night and am sometimes woken up by the sound of her bark.
love is a four legged word
Our "children" can really become a part of our lives, can't they?
Unrequited love, indeed . . . .
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