My dog died. Although I have another to ease her passing, I still miss her presence in my life. But she is alive in my memory and we talk of her often.
Her brother is one year older. He’s 11 too, the same age she was when she died. He’s doing good, but definitely showing his age. Sometimes I think he looks at his new sister and wishes he could have her legs again.
This is in memoriam to her beauty in my life.
Today, my new pup with her brother.