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Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more. Agatha Christie
My Last Dog My Last Poem. (1949, May 27).The Times and Northern Advertiser, Peterborough, South Australia Queensland Times (Ipswich) (Qld. : 1909 – 1954), Monday 21 September 1953 The Times a…