….
They paused on the familiar path, side by side, looking toward the sky. In the quiet morning light, they felt him there.
The sunbeams broke through the trees like open arms, warm and steady, as if their pawther was reaching down to say, 'I'm still with you, Gracie and Tucker. Every step, every day. And in that moment, we all were aware that —
every goodbye is just the beginning of a new kind of presence.

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