This Saturday marks the 4th anniversary of my poodle Phoebe's death.
Not a day goes by that I don't think or talk to her. She is tattooed on my arm & I wear a necklace with some of her ashes nearly every day (the only time I don't wear it is when I want to wear my pink poodle blunt necklace, and even then it's in honor of Phoebe.)
Phoebe came into my life in November 1996. She was the love of my life.