Her Happy Bark

by Tom and Krista
(Washington State)

Mornings and mornings for years, she would run out of the house, around the acre of fencing, and bark. Bark at the deer, bark at the raccoons, bark at who knows what.

We're just hours away from feeling the sad loss from not hearing the happy bark she gave us every day.

We love you, Amaia, and will see you again.

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