That flash of white To get me through each day I thought of that White streak. There she was beautiful Beautiful What helps me get through troubled
I hear barks sometimes, that bark of hers. So many times I hear it. And I'll look around to see where it's coming from. I know she's here. I sometimes can feel her brush against me. And it always brings a tear to my eye. I miss her. I miss the companionship she gave me, the love she gave me. The security and protection. The laughter. Oh, my goodness
Hey Maggie, thanks for sharing some of your special stories with your fur baby. They can be our best friends for so long and I don't care what anybody says, it's always untimely when they do go and especially when you love as deep and as big as you clearly did. So thanks for sharing. My heart goes to you. I can definitely tell how much you loved her and hopefully that love is being to use for to loving some new fur babies
Thank you so much for your kindness. It left a big hole in my heart. As you can tell, I have a little woofer here. Her name Isabella. And she's the chattiest little girl I know. She's sass's back and doesn't listen to anything you tell her to do. Quite a difference. I can't do without an animal in my life. Or two or three or four. It all depends what I can get away with. And I have another little one