I hear doggie jaws munching, even though I know C-Biscuit's already gotten to eat. I hear a collar jingling, even though I know C-Biscuit's asleep. I hear doggie footsteps coming through my door, Then I sit up and realize that, though you're here no more, My darling Wolfie, you'll always be, Here inside, part of me. -- In Memory of Wolfsbane -- Jan. 10, 1996 - May 5, 2001