One windy afternoon, Jenny sat under the oak tree. The yellow flowers had grown tall. She traced her fingers over the small wooden cross her father had made.
“And remember the fort?” Jenny laughed softly. “I made a blanket tent in the living room, and you tried to come in, but you were too big, so you just stuck your nose through the gap.” 9yo jenny dog
“I miss you,” she said.
Jenny smiled. She leaned back against the tree and closed her eyes. One windy afternoon, Jenny sat under the oak tree
But lately, Spark was tired. His legs ached. His ears didn’t hear so well anymore. And sometimes, when Jenny called him, he didn’t come—not because he didn’t want to, but because he simply didn’t hear. One windy afternoon