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The last walk ![]() A boy and his dog say goodbye ![]() |
Greetings, Sue! I'm here for I Write 2025... And good grief, I almost forgot ![]() Aw, what a tearjerker. I remember stories like Old Yeller, from my childhood. I've always understood that pets have a shorter lifespan than humans, and adoption means heartbreak somewhere down the line. That's a large part of the reason I didn't grow up with animals in the household. You've written with loving care, showing us a boy and his dog as they part ways on that final journey. With no corny promises of the Rainbow Bridge or whatever they call it, you focus on the beauty of appreciating the here and now, steeped in the natural rhythms of life in the bush. I love the way you've used your local setting to show us something we may not always see. I'll have to look up the little Donkey Orchids. I grew up in a garden, so I know how enjoyable it is to go flower hunting and steep oneself in nature. These are formative moments, and you've done a memorable job creating a situation which tugs on our heartstrings and offers us a reminder to treasure what we have while it is still with us. I can't think of anything to suggest for improvement here. Take care, thanks for sharing, and keep writing ![]() ![]() ![]()
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