On my walk I heard a cricket sing. I looked ever so carefully at a small patch of garden. And found a dollar coin. In the Fitzroy Gardens where ancient trees breathe, I spied a small hole high up in a trunk. When I looked at the ground grey squirrels ran everywhere. A friend came home from the United States. Another flew to Bologna.
And a little dog died in the night.
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gabi – so sorry for your loss. It’s the hardest thing, I know. I lost my dog/friend two years ago. Sometimes he vists me in dreams and that’s always lovely. Take care of yourself. 🙂
Thanks Simmone. It wasn’t my little dog but my sister-in-law’s. But still very dear to all of us. Hopefully my little friend, who is 13, has a while with us yet. I’m sorry about your dog. It is the hardest thing. The dog I had when I was a child and lost, literally lost when I was 19, visited me in my dreams for years. But he didn’t appear as a dog but a man. Such beautiful trusting faithful creatures they be.
Oh Gabi, I thought you were talking about your dog at first – I thought she was a bit too sprightly. Still, Little Dog looked very cute and I’m sorry he/she is gone. How amazing your dog was a man in your dreams.