We all carry these things inside that no-one else can see. They hold us down like anchors, they drag us out at sea.

I lost a treasured friend today, the little dog who used to lay her gentle head upon my knee and share her silent thoughts with me. She'll come no longer to my call, retrieve no more her favourite ball. A voice far greater than my own has called her to his golden throne. Although my eyes are filled with tears, I thank her for these happy years she spent with me, and for her love and her loyalty. When it is time for me to go and join her there, this much I know, I shall not fear the transient dark for she will great me with her bark.
-I love you Molly my beautiful best friend. 27/01/2011.

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