<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Trixie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dogs have a sense beyond our ken -<br>At least my little Trixie had:<br>Tail-wagging when I laughed, and when<br>I sighed, eyes luminously sad.<br>And if I planned to go away,<br>She'd know, oh, days and days before:<br>Aye, dogs I think are sometimes fey,<br>They seem to sense our fate in store.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now take the case of old Tome Low;<br>With flowers each week he'd call on me.<br>Dear Trixie used to love him so,<br>With joyous jump upon his knee.<br>Yet when he wandered in one day,<br>Her hair grew sudden stark with dread;<br>She growled, she howled, she ran away . . .<br>Well, ten hours later Tom was dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aye, dogs hear sounds we cannot hear,<br>And dogs see sights we cannot see;<br>And that is why I took the fear<br>That one day she would glare at me<br>As if a Shape cowered on my bead,<br>And with each hair on end she'd creep<br>Beneath the couch and whine with dread . . .<br>And so I've had her put to sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Trixie's gone, the only one<br>Who loved me in my lonely life,<br>And here I wait, my race nigh run,<br>My ill too grievous for the knife.<br>My hand of ice she'll never lick,<br>My heedless mask she'll never see:<br>No heartbreak - just a needle prick. . . .<br>Oh, Doctor, do the same for me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508929" data-title="Trixie de Robert William Service" data-description="Dogs have a sense beyond our ken - At least my little Trixie had: Tail-wagging when I laughed, and when I sighed, eyes luminously sad. And if I planned to go away, She'd know, oh, days and days before: Aye, dogs I think are sometimes fey, They see..."></div> </div> </div>

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