"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives
more temporary than our own,
live within a fragile circle easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only certain immortality,
never fully understanding the necessary plan."

Irving Townsend....The Once Again Prince
PUPPY WINGS ...by Tony Brooks
There is a doggie heaven...way up there in the sky,  where my puppy is an angel...who is learning how to fly.  He sleeps beside my Father...and plays in pastures green.  He lives with happy children..the way it should have been.  My tears are all dried now, and  my sadness laid to rest...for the time we had together, I know I had been blessed.  In dreams we play together..as he licks my face with glee.  My bed is our bridge united...where fantasies are set free.  I feel him close beside me now, it's not just my imaginings...the softness I feel inside....is the whipser of puppy wings.