it happens with dogs and probably cats maybe parrots and pot-bellied pigs too something I can’t put my finger on subtle like a fragrance, sweet and wrapped in a warm bubble of closeness it’s every
sometimes I leave dead flowers exactly where time choked out their lives artwork? the art of dying follows the art of living some die exactly as they lived, posing proudly missing only their color
worn in the tooth stiff in the joints low on the energy weaker in the sight slower on the walk harder in the hearing if you don’t look back remembering how you were you’ll be just fine if you do y
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