Experiences, Poetry, Thought

Ode to Ludo

On a little shelf, in a little house, sits a big cedar box engraved with your name.Did you know how this year would go Bud? Did you know it was time to go before it was time to go? You must have known. Did you look at us from wherever you were and stick your big red… Continue reading Ode to Ludo

Experiences, Poetry, Thought

My Dear Ludo

You were never an ordinary dog. Never. Not once, even a little bit. And I know, we all say that about all of our dogs… But - you came to us flying through the sky A burgundy red cream puff A Taurean bull in disguise as Dog Or maybe God. You wobbled when you walked… Continue reading My Dear Ludo