Sunflowers.
Always sunflowers.
I sat by the window with the yellow sweater on my lap.
“I’ll take care of them,” I whispered. “Just like you did.”
That night, for the first time in three weeks, I slept.
No nightmares.
In the morning, sunlight flooded the room.
The kittens stirred.
And for just a moment…
I felt her there.
Not as a ghost.
But as kindness.
As warmth.
As quiet love stitched into fabric and carried forward by a loyal dog.
🐾 What Baxter Gave Me
Baxter didn’t just bring me a sweater.
He brought me:
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Proof of Lily’s compassion
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A living reminder of her heart
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A reason to stand up again
Grief doesn’t disappear.
It changes shape.
Sometimes, love returns in unexpected forms — in paw prints, in tiny purring heartbeats, in forgotten sweaters folded in old sheds.
And sometimes, it takes a dog to lead you back to it.
💛 Love Stays
Every tiny heartbeat in that basket reminds me:
Love does not end where life does.
It lingers.
In small acts of kindness.
In secrets kept for goodness’ sake.
In yellow sweaters.
That morning, Baxter led me somewhere that chilled me to the bone.
But he also led me somewhere else.
Back to my daughter’s love.
And that, somehow, was enough.
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