million-of-thoughts
Rip to my beautiful childhood dog. There's not a single memory and my life where she didn't exist yet.
It was an honor to grow up with you.
Someday we'Il play catch in the garden again, and l will throw your squeaky-stick you were too afraid to take out of the water.
I will brush your fur, give you snacks and we will walk through a place with a thousand suns and green grass.