A fundraiser, writer and folk musician in the UK playing guitar, bass, singing, writing and marketing. All posts in this blog are personal and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of my employer, cat, neighbour or government.
Front seat, his seat.
Beside the one he adored.
Never had his head out the window,
Not that common.
On his bed, cold, quiet.
He’ll come back
Onyx wrapped, ashes.
Always with us,
In our hearts and memories.
RIP Chizel. Gawd I miss that little dog!
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