Aug 4th 2008

“Izzy, are you well?”

Posted in Izzy, Marion

 

Marion, asking Izzy about his life.

Marion, asking Izzy about his life.

Marion, asking Izzy about his life.

 

“Izzy, are you well? How did you get to be the way you are? What did you do, running around that farm? You always watch him, don’t  you? You always look to see where he is? I won’t take you away from him, but I love  you, I do love you, and I know that you love me, and I see that, even thought I don’t see well, and it makes me feel good. I guess that is what love is, isn’t Izzy, you beautiful, beautiful dog. I know that you come and go, and will come back if you can, but sometimes it does make me sad, to see you go, but then I can look forward to seeing you again. Izzy, did I tell you about my dog – now, gosh, I can’t remember his name, he was a terrier, and it just went out of my head. Izzy, that happens to me sometimes. But you do not go out of my head.”