Hannah
Alas, dear Rover,
The pale and fragile fragment of your form is all that’s left of your peaceful and celebrated existence. Your life was an oasis, a star in the endless night of my troubled soul.
Every second of your slobbery tongue,
every game of catch,
a blight of happiness,
a plague of laughter
in my pit of a mind.
Alex
Florence
Abbey
Sophie
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