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RE: The Blue of Grief, The Gold of Memory: Spring
Oh! As I read your story, I felt a heavy heart about your dog, I'm teary-eyed 😪 while reading about Spring. The title really hits the story. Grief drapes itself in the quiet depths of blue, while memories bloom in golden hues, bringing light to the shadows of sorrow ❤️
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Losing Spring has been incredibly difficult. He was such a special part of our life. We will miss the normal sight of him in front of our door every day.