Things are pretty sad in our little corner of the bed. I don't know if Punkin comprehends what has happened to Dinky but surely she has noticed that she is gone and I am very sad. Am I imagining the sorrow in her eyes or the tenderness with which we touch?
How many nights did Dinky sleep curled against my side or riding on my hip? She insinuated herself so smoothly into my life that it was only in the last couple years that I realized just how much she loved me. I am discovering now just how much she came to mean to me, how deep my grief can go.
How many nights did Dinky sleep curled against my side or riding on my hip? She insinuated herself so smoothly into my life that it was only in the last couple years that I realized just how much she loved me. I am discovering now just how much she came to mean to me, how deep my grief can go.
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