Your name was Snowball, but you were never still.
Your world was made of sprints across the lawn, chasing sunbeams, and soft, excited barks at the discovery of a single dandelion.
You were a medium size, perfectly designed to fill the space in my arms.
I remember the curl of your fur, the clever gleam of pride in your eyes, the way you ran...a bouncing, fluffy cloud.
Then, you grew tired. Your steps slowed.
You found your safest posture in my embrace, and like a real snowflake, you gently, quietly melted away.
They say you have returned to the cycle of nature.
And I've come to understand that the answers you taught me about love and companionship were planted deep within my heart all along. You never truly left... you simply found a new way to exist, warming my soul every time I remember you.
