In the garden of life, even the most beautiful and precious roses die.
Biscuit was a piece of my heart with paws.
So glad he was in my life.
So sad he’s gone.
Life is its own reminder to live it.
by T Vakilian | Oct 8, 2016 | Poetry | 1 comment
In the garden of life, even the most beautiful and precious roses die.
Biscuit was a piece of my heart with paws.
So glad he was in my life.
So sad he’s gone.
Life is its own reminder to live it.
I will miss Biscuit always happy to see me. Life goes on so live it.