Weathered faces lined with pain as the Covid-19 pandemic stormed on. Losing Sadie was hard. She was the friend who stayed when I was feeling down. Who fiercely adored the real me with every scar, celebrating my flaws without judgment.
Best friends, we window-shopped around the mall and walked the park trails birdwatching. She turned heads wherever she went with those long eyelashes above her soulful brown eyes. And her silky-soft goldish brown hair. Sometimes, I still hear Sadie’s squeaky cute bark as she lunged at my silly black cat, Bruce, looking down on us like he owned the place.
Best friends, we window-shopped around the mall and walked the park trails birdwatching. She turned heads wherever she went with those long eyelashes above her soulful brown eyes. And her silky-soft goldish brown hair. Sometimes, I still hear Sadie’s squeaky cute bark as she lunged at my silly black cat, Bruce, looking down on us like he owned the place.
