It is indeed a woeful truth that our beloved friends do not live as long as we do . So often it seems they are gone far too soon stepping over that rainbow bridge when there are balls still to be fetched and walks yet to be taken. Leashes hang idle and favorite spots by the window are empty echoing with Tennyson's bittersweet words--tis better to have loved and lost... Original 4 x 6 gallery-wrapped mini painting in a private collection.
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