The Story of PuppyDoc.
Once upon a time in a land far away (ie., Taiwan), there existed a smallish girl named Phoebe…
…who, in the 1980’s, was born into a family…complete with a mom, a dad, and a pet gibbon.
From an early age, Phoebe adored animals, therefore, when she grew up and went to university, she decided to become a purple kangaroo for the patients at the children’s hospital.
Phoebe soon realized something: she loved to help people. Eventually, this realization led her to start traveling the world, for long periods of time, to do volunteer work.
Of all the places, Phoebe worked in Africa the longest…namely, in the lands of West Africa and Madagascar.
On the island of Madagascar, Phoebe was known for befriending a lonely stray lemur named Buddy…
…with whom she would share her cactus fruit every morning.
There, she lived in a small village with a sweet family of 20 vibrant sisters…all of whom liked to dance.
On the other side of the continent, in the land of Ghana, she also lived with a lovely family, but in lieu of a lemur, she had a goat friend (who, tragically, eventually got eaten…).
After all that, Phoebe returned to the U.S. and became a doctor, because more than anything…she still wanted to help people.
Now, during her journey through medical school, her peers started to call her ‘Puppy,’ primarily, they claimed, because of her “loyal, affectionate, and loving nature.”
Gradually, the name ‘Puppy’ evolved until, finally, one day…
…a ‘PuppyDoc‘ was born.
The End.
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Grandma & Grandbaby
The Sleep.
Rivulets of sorrow meandering
down tear-stained skin.
“Keep her comfortable
until it’s time.”
Simple words-
echoes
of eternal reminder within.
You rise.
Guiding her
through the threshold
into the chill,
shudders
of realization emerge.
You survey
the molting trees,
their arid leaves
embellishing her hair
like fragments of
woven rhinestones.
As if they weep for her.
As if even the ambiances
of ages past are beseeching
her not to leave.
Soon arrives the Foehn,
holding you within
its warm embrace.
Its breaths,
whispering lines of truth,
sculpt a bittersweet tune
as they herald
the evening’s arrival.
You understand.
Cloaked
by lyrics of singing ivy,
her expression calms,
your fears dissolve.
Consoled by a draft possessive,
you cradle her
through the darkness
and follow her
toward the seraph’s call
into the fold of
midnight slumber.
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