Goodbye my Special Myschka

MyschkaGoodbye my beautiful special girl.
You’ve been the best friend I’ve ever had,
you’ve given me a reason to laugh,
you’ve comforted me when I’ve been sad.

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I am still there with you …….

Dear Jezzie, we were thinking about you today
as we went out on our walk on this lovely sunny day.
We really miss you, even though you were often bad,
and being without you makes us both so very sad.
We were wishing you were there with us out in the park
enjoying all the fresh air and having a good lark.

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Nimrod and Caesar

Nimrod was a mighty hunter, so the Bible said,
but like every ancient hunter, he ended up dead.
Nimrod was my mother’s dog, big, black and strong.
Everywhere my mother went, Nimrod would come along.
My mother loved good music, she would listen to Classics FM,
so when my mother died, we chose her favourite hymn.
Elgar composed Enigma Variations, Nimrod was the best.
We played Nimrod at Mum’s funeral, with Nimod’s ashes locked in her chest.

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Behind closed doors

You never know what goes on behind closed doors, do you? Well, unless you are Emily Parker, that is. She watched everybody, all the time. You couldn’t go out of your house without Emily jumping up out of her chair, strategically positioned by her front room window, and studying your every move. You could never have a guest knock on your door, without Emily’s piercing, disapproving eyes gazing at your visitor, wondering what you were up to. She watched you take your shopping from your car boot into your house, counting the bags, no doubt or trying to see what you had bought. She would crane her neck to peer into your house to see what you were up to if she saw the slightest movement in your house or your garden. Then if she couldn’t see enough she would go up to her bedroom window to see if she could get a better view.

It was creepy, being watched.

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