Our dog Grace spent much of the last day of her life in the slanted autumn sunlight just outside the back door. Over the hours, her breathing slowed so much that I lay the palm of my hand on her golden fur, both hoping and not hoping to feel her heart. I wanted to let her go. I didn’t know how to let her go.
Grace followed by Flora
Our dog Grace spent much of the last day of her life in the slanted autumn sunlight just outside the back door. Over the hours, her breathing slowed so much that I lay the palm of my hand on her golden fur, both hoping and not hoping to feel her heart. I wanted to let her go. I didn’t know how to let her go.
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