They found her in the reeds that run along the side of the old marsh road. The damp made it hard to determine how long she had been there. But the educated guess was pert near as long as she’d been missing.
Her being a dog, not too much time went into finding out how or why. But her being my dog, those things really matter.
I tell myself, she knew her time was coming, so she just up and found herself a nice quiet place to die. But that doesn’t stop my arms from aching.
My pretty Valentine.
Written in response to the Photo Prompt provided by Crispina Kemp on Crimson’s Creative Challenge and the 99 Word Prompt, Valentine from Charli at Carrot Ranch
Thru Violet's Lentz 
Oh, dogs! Sometimes a dog’s suffering can break you just as much as a person’s.
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You are so right.. I don’t even have one right now because the idea of losing yet another furry love is too much….
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That’s so different and original. Brillig! 🙂
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Making late rounds, but thank you very much!
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Your flash made me think of my 2 Newfoundland dogs. Oh, miss them. Great Flash!
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