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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required His exuberance overwhelmed all that met him. He was joyful every minute of every day He loved life and everything that beset him. The missing rabbit that the neighbors bought their daughter for her birthday, was found snuggling with him in his kennel keeping the bitter winter winds away. This was one yellow Labrador that was simply adored by all especially me. His name of course was Happy. Cancer overcame our beautiful dog when he was nearly thirteen human years old. Eventually he began to suffer and the drugs didn’t seem to take hold. For the first time in his happy life his eyes dimmed, and his tail stopped wagging. It was time to stop his suffering, to stop the pain from nagging. My son rushed out and bought him a double whopper burger and a chocolate chip muffin. Dear Happy lifted his head and munched his way through the burger. My son breaking it in pieces for him, while the vet waited, holding the syringe. This made me cringe. Marc went to give him the muffin, I exclaimed “No, chocolate is bad for him!” The looks from my family made me realize that I was dim, and that Chocolate chips couldn’t hurt our Happy ever again. He ate it and crossed the rainbow bridge to his new address in Puppy Heaven. Still love him after all these years – still shed tears. But that’s not what this narrative is about. Leaving the Doctor’s rooms, trying to keep my wheelchair straight, guiding it slowly to lessen my pain, I was going home again. No more hospitals. The diagnosis wasn’t really a surprise, and when it happens I want to be at home. My happy thought, was that I could now eat all the chocolate chip muffins I want to! The End ( Well no, it’s not quite the end, I still have time for a poem or two and a few muffins yet. So my spirit is soaring. I also have some messages to send.) X Non Fiction.
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