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This page is hard for me to do. So often they were lost due to my misjudgements although hindsight is so accurate, and forceful. I even feel guilty by favouring mention of one over another, but, some of my Boxers were more special than others. When I think of one, many other shades come clamouring to my mind. The rainbow bridge is somewhat mawkish, to my taste, but, perhaps, they're in a very chosen place. There is a poem, by a dear friend, St. Andrew Noble, which I'm including and which touches my heart. He, that sweet and simple soul, is gone, too. The background to this page is a mediaeval, illuminated manuscript of Paradise. And, for them, perhaps that conceit will happen. Oh, Cindy, Lizzie, Perry …Portia you're not forgotten .. rest sweetly.
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