James Stewart loved dogs his whole life, and the poem he wrote for his wife near the end of his own says more about that bond than most things I have read. It is a short, plain piece about a dog waiting at the door.
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The poem is short, and that is part of why it lands. A dog at the door, and the person who loved it, put into a few plain lines.
