Hiding in Metaphors

To my dog, Denver, dying of Bone Cancer. Turned five years old May 14th, 2024. Diagnosed with Inoperable Advanced Stage Bone Cancer July 31st, 2024. Each day together we have left is a blessing. No dog ever loved me this much and nor have I thought possible to love a dog on this level. I release you to the sky to fields of barkless clouds and butterfly winds dances in cool waters across Frisbee-kissed Horizons It’ll be a long road to accepting that Heaven called you back, short of Angels. Dedicated to all those who lost a fur baby