My dogβs name was a flowerβs name (in Hebrew).
She was the happiest creature
I ever known.
She died in my arms
A year and two months ago
At the age of 14.
She was placed in my arms
At two weeks of age.
I have no eulogy in me,
With all my expressions.
Iβm afraid my heart will
Pop
From sorrow
And that will be the end of me.
She visits me through my plants.
They bloom and grow.
Every morning,
When I attend to them
I see her smiling at me through
The soft petals.
I can feel her love
Tenderly radiating towards me.
She was so gentle,
So pure.
She smiles at me with love.
Unconditional love.
She wants me to be happy.
My Sitvanit.
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