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MorgueFIle March2020 3dbb83594e4eff4e0ab897d1dedc48a5
Her voice would haunt him forever. It was music to his ears and light to his soul.
And now she was gone.
Her face was beautiful, those eyes huge and brown, sparkling from within.
Now all that was lost.
How he would love to touch her one last time.
The image in his mind was crystal clear, almost as if she were lying beside him.
He reached out to smooth a wayward hair from her brow, but his hand was met with sand.
As the grains trickled through his fingers, the picture drawn from memory disintegrated.
The loss of a beloved pet is sometimes harder than the loss of family.