It Cheers Me Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

to think of the fourteen wonderful years I shared with my dear black dog, George....
he did much to keep away the other ' black dog' that has been with me 'most as long as I can remember.....
I'm a lucky woman...to have known him for the treasure he was (and is) from the moment he was born here in this kitchen....his dear, wild mother, Rosie, preceded him to that rainbow bridge....also at fourteen...

.me? wishing for 'dog' spelt backwards.....well, if that would facilitate the three of us meeting again in an always place.....

I make no pledge...I claim no adherence to anything but what we call love.......and probably have done that as poorly...perhaps, at times, nearly as well... as most of us two-leggers....