Our sweet girl Crystal crossed the Rainbow Bridge this afternoon.

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102. I love the imagery in this poem

In My Good Death

I will find myself in high summer grass.
The humming shock of the golden light.
And I will hear them before I see them
and know right away who is bounding across the field to meet me.
All my good dogs will come then, their wet noses bumping against my palms,
their hot panting, their rough, faithful tongues.
Their eyes young and shiny again.
The dense scruff of their fur,
The unspeakable softness of their bellies,
their velvet ears against my cheeks.
I will bend to them, my face covered with their kisses,
My hands full of them.
In the grass I will let them knock me down.

- by Dalia Shevin

The pain of loss is so deep because they brought us such joy. And that joy will always live within us.