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.