Taz oh Taz

We buried my baby today beneath the bird feeder she loved to haunt. My grief is relieved only by the thought that she waited just for me; so we could be together and I could breathe her last breath. We got back late from camping, and she was hiding in Devon’s closet. So close to the end she was cold. I moved her into the room so I could hold her, and she yelled in pain or in acknowledgement...
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