Allie was my muse. She would lie and listen for hours to many a sour note (and the odd sweet one too) - but none more sweet to me than her gentle song and prodding bark to let me know it was my turn to pay heed to her and play, and chase, and give her endless fingertip belly caresses 

Little one 
Your time has come 
Pastures a plenty to roam 
Treats galore now you are home 
Snuggles, hugs, and kisses 
Pain free paradise 
Peace at last... 

We love you Allie 
June 20, 2001 - January 27, 2016

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