Love & Cherished Echoes
I was a quiet homebody—happy to read alone, my friend group small enough for a single text chain. Then came Jasper: this soft brown-and-white border collie, who dropped a frisbee at my feet every Saturday. Over five years, those park tosses pulled me out: I chatted with neighbors while the pup chased squirrels, let sun hit my face instead of a screen.
A sudden accident took Jasper too fast. Now, that frisbee (fuzzed with fur, scuffed from our tosses) sits on my couch. Every glance tugs at the gentle, lasting memories we wove together.
