My Twist Tie Ring

letters from no one to no where

Last Wednesday my dog died. She was a beautiful, golden sighthound, just 3 1/2 years old, but her cancer had returned and it made no sense to put her through more treatments. I held her in my arms and told her what a good dog she was, as the doctor injected sedative. She fell asleep, her mouth full of treats. Then her head dropped into my lap and so…