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When my brother was ill in the hospital, he decided to come live with me. The catch? He had two dogs, Doogie and Houser, both Schnauzer brothers. I had not lived around dogs for a long, long time. It was fine with me for my brother to come live with me, but his dogs too! My brother is 67 and I am 64 years old. I lived in a small duplex. The "boys" won me over. We shared them for many years. They taught me many lessons--especially about loyalty and forgiveness. My heart grew much larger for all of life. I learned to love them as my brother did and to enjoy their personalities. When we lost Houser, who became "mine", I wrote this poem.

Last Thoughts from Houser

I will go a-roamin,
But I will not go very far,
You'll feel my warmth and presence,
As I live among the stars.
For friends never go away,
No matter where they roam,
In your heart and in your mind,
I'll always be at home.
And you'll remember fondly,
The days my head knew your knee,
And I snuggled close beside you
"Cause that's where I chose to be,
And one fine day on an open road,
I'll come running back to you,
My heart will still be faithful,
My body will be new.

Thanks to Doogie and Houser--and my brother Jim who shared them--I am a better and happier human. I will never forget them!