Reblogged from Roughwighting:
We’ve been honoring the anniversary of our dog’s passing. Four years ago, Henry let us know it was time for him to go. My guy and I carried him into our vet’s office, which looked more like a home than a business.
In one of the small rooms we placed our beloved Golden on the soft rug, sitting with Henry as we petted him into pure peace. At his last breath, the vet cried softly with us, and I confess, I continued to pet him for another 30 minutes.
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you for sharing Henry’s story. ❤
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🌾🌹👻🌷💐 You’re very welcome.
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Thank you 🙂
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😎🤓🤗🐫🐪
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💐👻🌷😎🌹🤓🌾🤗
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thank you!
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My pleasure. Thank you for great writing. Michael
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Sue – what a sweet surprise, to find that you are sharing my story about Henry and his “visitations.” THANK YOU. I’m still planning on sending you my “ghost” story – sooner rather than later. xo
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It is a lovely story, Pam. And you know I love dogs x
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YES! xo
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😀 x
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