They call me a Labrador cross. I was born in South Africa and left my
parents so long ago I can't remember. Maddi gave me to Jeffrey as a birthday
present. This is what I looked like then.
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I've been with Jeffrey and Maddi as long as I can> remember.
POEM
Every day in the early morning, this faithful dog
Sits quietly beside my chair
For as long as I do not acknowledge his presence
By the touch of my hand.
The moment he receives this small recognition,
Waves of happiness leap through his body.
In the inarticulate animal world,
only this creature
Has pierced through good and bad, and seen
Complete man;
Has seen him for whom
Life may be joyfully given;
That object of a free outpouring of love
Whose consciousness points the way
To the real, or infinite consciousness.
When I see that dumb heart
Revealing its own humility
Through total self-surrender,
I feel unequal to the worth
His simple perception has found in the nature of man.
The wistful anxiety in his mute gaze
Understands something he cannot explain:
It directs me to the true meaning of man in the universe.
- Rabindranath Tagore
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