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Oh, how we miss that
bright little spark and in her
memory we wax eloquent 
on her presence throughout
two decades of our lives
together in a harmony of
celebration. A memoriam
candle burns brightly
and briefly once each month
before her image, in recall
of her impish intelligence,
her canny ability to
communicate with us, her
joy in embellishing our
lives with laughter and
adventure. The candle, an
aphorism of that cherished
creature's very own bright,
too-brief position in our lives,
her loss diminishing our
happiness, her memory
following our every days'
thoughts of her unique place
in our bereaved lives.