I lost the biggest saint in my life. The most loving animal I've ever come across.
My sister, my beast, my Karen.
Every morning I make tea and give my beast her treat.
That was my morning routine for the past eleven years.
I still think she is there and habitually walk to her treat jar.
Her spirit and smell will never leave my home,
she was the little sister I asked for.
Yes, she was a Saint Bernard, but really just a saint.
A saint to my family and everyone that walked in our home.
Only love and drool spilled from her,
Karen, God could not have made you any more perfect,