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A Postscript On Love, Death and Saying Goodbye

On #NationalDogDay #NeverForget the best dog ever

Sports By Sharona

There is a time for every season or so the saying goes. A time for love, a time for death and a time for moving on. They also say with great love comes great responsibility and thus our story begins and ends.

I first met Libby when she was roughly 18 months old, the dirtiest raggiest excuse for a mutt you have ever seen. I was looking to replace my last pet, another mutt who went to live with my Father who was lonely and missing the love of his life too, my Mother who had passed on a couple of years prior. Pet Finder led me to a private shelter to look at another animal there but it was Libby who ended up coming home with me.

Our first night together she got a bath which revealed she was not in fact brown and tan but a lovely shade…

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Gamer. Overexclamator. Cat Momma. I write, talk and tweet a lot. Lover not a fighter.

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