My Heart will alway contain paw prints from my Dog

Ah balls mate. That's terrible news.

Even though I lost Daisy (yellow lab) when she was sixteen and a half (and only a month previous, she was still swimming in the river and coming out and having the typical lab joyous mad, albeit much shorter, dash around) 13 years ago next week, I still remember her.

The ache of grief has faded but I still miss her kindly gentle soul.

Dogs are God's (or the universe's, if one prefers) kindest gift in an often crappy world. :)
 
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