This is just a small thing. From my phone. Sammie wakes me and stands on my chest. I can hear his heart everywhere with my stethoscope and his murmur is awful. I don't want him to suffer. Not for what he's given me. I held him.and sang la vie en rose in English because it's pretty. Often I have to hold him for a half hour to an hour before he gets comfortable and goes back to sleep.
He may be a little dog. But his love is the biggest love I have ever known in my thirty-five years here. And a dog's love is the only truly unconditional one I have ever experienced. Without being dramatic, just entirely honest.
He brings me so much joy. My heart feels like a balloon even when I'm crying as I hold him, feeling the washing machine murmur thrum on my chest, heart against heart. Thank you, God, truly, for this little dog. I will always carry him with me.
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