LETTERS TO MY DOG

Written by Jill Marie Fernando

Excerpt:

It's been six months, Storm, since you left me here, to live on without you.  The time, since you left, seems more like forever. 

By now, you are frolicking in the warm spring meadows that are neverending there.  But knowing you, as I do so well, you requested the shade of a wet blanket to keep the boy comfortable in the sun.

 

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