My Little Dog Petal

My little Petal,died of old age,she was 17 years,she died on my bed,I was laying on my side,she was behind me,now and again I looked at her and she was still breathing,then I felt a little paw press agaist my back,I looked at her and she had passed away,she could not have touched me,she was wrapped up in a blanket,but I did feel her little paw very clearly,she was saying good bye,it was 1am.In the morning I called "Heavenly Pets" and had her cremated,I keep her ashes with those of my two other dogs in the display cabinet of my bedroom. I saw Petal again,just a glimpse of her in the garden,as I was unlocking the front door after a long journey following a particularly unpleasant "holiday" at my niece,it lifted my spirit in an instant.My little dog is still there for me.She knows when I need consolling.