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Annie
September 29, 2001
I lost my beautiful Annie when she was only five. She had been with us for four short years. The first time Annie and I laid eyes on each other, it was love. She was a rescue who came to us with lots of problems. I think many people might have passed her by. Who needs a problem dog? But the day I met her, and she buried her sad little head under my arm, I knew we’d figure something out. And so we did until she crossed over the Bridge |
| September 29, 2001, in my arms. I miss my girl and think about her every day. You never forget your first love. But profound grief fades in time and soon we are left with happy memories of a graceful brown form streaking through the woods, leaping fallen trees without breaking stride, long tongue flapping madly from side to side, and an expression of pure joy at being alive.
Annie’s Mommy
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