My darling little golden girl, Tasha, was diagnosed with cancer last year. She grew steadily weaker, and finally we asked our vet to come and make her passing easier. She died just three weeks short of her thirteenth birthday.
I will see you at Rainbow Bridge, my darling.
Terri Beckett
A Morning Kiss
A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.
Janet F Faure
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