I lost my pet dog yesterday. She gave the best years of our lives.
She would always go before and look to check, whether we are following. She would make herself comfortable in the room which we are. When she was stroked/groomed she would look back with a jerk as if asking, "why did you stop?"
I miss her presence. True to her name, Shanti, she never barked at home. On the road, when on walk, she would make up for it and bark her vocal chords out.
She has never infuriated us ever since she entered our main door
I wonder where such darling dog goes after death I pray that she is in a place much better than here, aka Shangri-la for her. Be healthy and happy, Shanti dearest and run free across the Rainbow bridge. Miss you and will always pray for you
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