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You knew I would leave before you.
You knew, and you chose to love me,
Too much perhaps and perhaps foolishly.
You knew I would leave.
It could not have been otherwise.
Grieve as you must. Miss me for a time
Take comfort in this, though;
You loved me as you could for a time,
A generous span of years.
I returned that love as fit my nature
For the whole of my life.
Remember me.
Our Jabba died March 15th about nine in the evening. The Boss of My Heart found her seemingly asleep on her side on the kitchen floor. She was nearly eighteen, blind, arthritic, feisty, proud, bad-tempered, and as loving a creature I've ever known, when she chose to be. There are still moments when I glance in the bedroom, expecting her to be sleeping there.
Copyright © Paul F. Hoff
April 18, 2001
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