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Oedipus


My four legged friend, He wanders around. Protecting, watching, loving, and playing. Staring as if he has words to say, But speaking with actions all the same. I talk. He listens. He replies. He’s there during the sorrow and the merry. Making me content once again. This is my Oedipus, my protector, my friend, my Collie.
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