You died as a flower does:
petal by petal.
When my body returns to clay
I hope to feel your fur once again
with my celestial hand.
My hand is not unlike your paw.
Your paw is not unlike a gentle budding branch.
Betty Anglin, 1998 - 2012.
May you rest peacefully, you were the delight of my heart and days.
Betty Anglin, 1998 - 2012.
May you rest peacefully, you were the delight of my heart and days.
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