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Zoey remembered exactly as she was—beautiful, sweet, and a little spiteful too 💜 |
| Zoey.. She was black and silver moonlight, soft as love, sharp as flame— a Maltipoo with sugar kisses and spite stitched in her name. She loved me fierce, she tested me, sweet one breath, sass the next; tiny growls, dramatic eyes, a heart both pure and complex. She’d curl up like an angel then steal my soul with side-eye glare, as if daring me to forget she ruled the air. Too sweet to stay, too bold to fade, you packed a lifetime into days. Black and silver, fire and grace— my Zoey, my beautiful chaos phase. Now heaven’s got a problem child, a queen with attitude and shine. They’ll learn real fast what I already knew— that kind of love is rare, d’aviné |