I buried him near the fuchsias
where he liked to lie, snapping
at the bees and flies that dared
invade his space.
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What is the use of going alone on this mockery roads without Charlie? Really this is a sad poem of uncertainty.
Oh Jerry I understand... the feeling of losing a beloved pet... like losing part of ourself.
I did wonder....could it be about a cat..? .and so it is...like Charlie next doors..who moved in with us....then moved on...