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| no jazz... |
In due course, I will a write a full celebratory blog post in honour and remembrance of our old boy...but here, today, all I'm aware of, through tear-filled eyes, is that the world is full of holes shaped just like Jazz.
He's not by my feet...and nor is he by Anna's feet...
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| no jazz... |
...but he's not under my chair by my desk either...
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| no jazz... |
...and he's not on the sofa (with or without Loz)...
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| no jazz... |
...he's not even on the rug in the kitchen, begging for tidbits...
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| no jazz... |
...he's not in his bed...
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| no jazz... |
...and he's nowhere to be found in the garden (I've looked)...
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| no jazz... |
The world seems to be short of precisely one Jazz...
...and all the worse for it...
:-(
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