I realize you may not be able to see that chow on the cup, but I can. I've reached for this cup at least 7,000 times...every morning...sometimes at night...and every single time, I think of that happy time when I had my very own house and my first love, Mz Pokie. I think of how simple life was, in that tiny little house, with this precious little face, and how much joy both of them brought me.
As it is in life, things change. Mz Pokie and I moved to Galveston and opened this beautiful B&B and faced new challenges together. She hung in there with me for several years, but I lost her in her 14th year. Her memory lives on, and I think of her every day, when I reach for my cup.
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