Your Dying Spouse 607 - Feeding The Animal

You've got to wonder, just how bad can this get?

And the answer is, worse.

So I guess I just have to get meaner and more stubborn, and when I die I'll get a fenced-off part of Heaven all to myself, with signs:

Do Not Feed The Animal.

He Bites.

This was the day death came for me,

and that was a mistake.

He said that he would set me free,

but it was he who'd break.

They never taught me how to quit,

and I sure won't learn now.

This is surely not the worst of it,

and I'll face the coming row.

I've always had the battle ready

and this is just the start;

Let hands be sure, eyes be steady,

and let iron fill my heart.

To freedom's offer, this reply:

I am far too young to die.

Music from the Electric Light Orchestra, with Livin' Thing. Why not?

Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

Marley, the canine waif from Afghanistan, whom WE helped save, has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.

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