But don't forget we are all here for a reason. His spirit had come sometime in the night. He blew in with the wind and rested on my fence. I feel that I am blessed. For Shawn Goetzinger, an Andover truck driver, winter is the perfect time for love to bloom.
Winter is the warmest time, Snuggling softly sitting by a sultry fire.
Companionship is lonely, For love is quiet, meek and milk. Then dying slowly, softly down. I would be a light gray with dark gray stripes. My eyes light blue, my paws pink, curious wherever I go. I go faster than a cheetah.