Died in my arms,
Many times I have lost a kitten,
Created,
Born outside,
Lousy with flees,
The other two will get nice warm baths with soap soon as its light,
Sold five more books,
Have to track down three more and get them all in the post tomorrow,
The ones name was Dakota,
My middle nephews horse’s name,
Means friend,
I welcomed her spirit to our home,
Not having a wood near by to lay her poor earthly form,
I had to put her on one of my shirts and red washcloth and wrap her small form in trash bag.
The spirit is the only form that holds worth,
Dakota’s fled earths mortal realm,
How odd she seemed right as rain this.morning,
Her eyes were clear of debris,
She nearly pranced,
Stay near little one,
I will look for you one day,
In my heart and spirit you shall thrive,
Love you little one,
Val
Oh gosh Babe! I’m so sorry.😪
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Yes not first animal to die with me holding them. I’m giving them anti toxin.Dakota was in such pain with her last cries.
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