In His hands

Bobbie was a puppy when I was born, so we grew up together. I thought she would always be around. Sometimes I didn't even think about her. Sometimes I'd pet her and talk to her, and sometimes I didn't. I didn't even notice when her soft black fur had grown white hairs around her face. I didn't realize she was slowing down. Bobbie was Bobbie, and that's just how it was.

Until, one day, she wasn't there anymore.

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