Second Post
Conversations in Writing and Literature
with Martine
Today, My Beagle Mirabelle died of a lung infection at the uncertain age of 13. It is a sad day. But no, the sad days were those of her suffering. So I will remember this day as her day of liberation. The vet opened the window and waved her soul away.
Would anyone volunteer a poem for Mirabelle? One you wrote or one you have read. Let the writing be in prose form if it inspires you. Thank you.
Rest In Peace dear Mirabelle. We will miss you. A poem will come later. 💔
ReplyDeleteI am one of the lucky ones who will feel a recent bonding and always love from a sweet, innocent, honest and true friend ! I do and wil miss you sweet girl!
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