Last week my boy Roo got out. When we returned my slave
found him dead in the garden. I buried him that night.
There are two types of death. Good death and bad death.
We are owed nothing by this world.
But my only hope is that I
have is that those that do have to go are able to go with a good death.
Quick,
painless, without mental, emotional, or spiritual suffering for those that pass
and those that surround them.
My boy was not so lucky in this life. My hope is that he will
be in his next life.
I'm sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteThank you o much. He was my little man, and I miss him so much.
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry about the loss of your furry family member!
ReplyDeleteThank you Butterfly:)
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