Poem
We lost our first dog after 17 years of her love, loyalty and affection. Beside myself with grief, I often held her leash and smelled her collar just to be near her again. Thinking of her today brings tears to my eyes but the sorrow, which will always be, has turned to gratitude for the precious relationship we were blessed to have those many years. For those who have lost, good memories remain, peace will come and joy remain.
Oona & Nevis
We lost our first dog after 17 years of her love, loyalty and affection. Beside myself with grief, I often held her leash and smelled her collar just to be near her again. Thinking of her today brings tears to my eyes but the sorrow, which will always be, has turned to gratitude for the precious relationship we were blessed to have those many years. For those who have lost, good memories remain, peace will come and joy remain.
Oona & Nevis