the prompt for writing this week is to rewrite an old poem or at least write a new piece and link back to an older one...
my older writing was a story of my beloved boy Cole titled
"Cole-dilocks and the three chairs"
Cole's poor body wore out at age 14, leaving his mama bereft. I got a strong message one day that he wanted me to move on and love again but would always be with me the only way he could, in spirit. I asked if he could bring another poodle to love into my life.
|Milo says, always cast a big shadow|
Milo is smart funny opinionated and his own dog. He would stand up for his tiny self when told no, he threw doggie tantrums when we took rocks out of his mouth on walks, he persisted in peeing in the house unlike Cole the good who never peed in the house.
It's hard to resist comparisons.
Milo also taught me that touch can be okay. I survived my childhood abuse with emotional scars and sometimes I am reluctant to allow touch. Cole was like a British diplomat, orderly and reserved. Milo is like the romantic lead who always means well, and is content to spoon you all night long.Cole's humor was sardonic and carefully written puns. Milo is Lucille Ball.
curiosity overcomes his good sense
|Believe in yourself!|
He believes self control is overrated.
He brought joy, belonging and connection to me. I believe Cole sent him to me, to continue my journey of love lessons.
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