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Biscuit in hand
He turns to the door
Expectantly,
Head tilted, softly hooked finger pointing:
“Haait”
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I crouch, imploringly
Looking into his questioning face
Seeking to explain;
Words my only weapon against the searing sadness.
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See also: An ode to Harriet
See also: An ode to Harriet
envirohistory NZ 
It’s always so hard to lose a four legged family member. What a lovely way to embrace the loss, even if Carter can’t yet comprehend……..