Day 115/365

It did not go the way it was supposed to. This morning started pretty much like any other—breakfast, chores, school—but ended in heartbreak so deep the anguish was echoed even by the open weeping of the sky. Our girl is gone. No longing will bring her back, no regret will change that truth. She was cherished and she will be missed.

Day 113/365

Early morning walk in spring dew = wet nose.

Day 112/365

Cousins.

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