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Jack 😔

Jack 😔😔😔

😔😔😔

Tears 😢 Jack was a rescued newborn from his mum’s pouch long ago.


He was inches long.

I keep kept him warm in my bra.

He dwelled inside my home.

What a darling.


He was human.

Ate all meals at the dining table.

Attended Dinner parties.

Loved going places.

Watched TV in his armchair.

Big boss. Stood 8 feet tall.

Loved the swimming pool


Loved the shower was a happy place.

Jack had several babies bottles.

Water and thick shakes he carried everywhere.

Jack would play around with all his friends and made babies too.

He had it all.


I am an Animal Rescuer.

Happy times and sad times.

So many times I cried a million tears when I placed my face in a dying furry darling and sobbed.

Jack lived 10 years 😔 he climbed in my bed and died in my arms 😔

Kangaroos are fragile. 😔 and shalom 😔

😂😂

By Peace Truth

Life can be likened to a bouquet of roses, each with its unique charm. Some roses sparkle like raindrops, while others lose their luster in the absence of sunlight. Some roses wilt away with time, while others bloom in a kaleidoscope of colors. Some roses sag with drooping petals, while others captivate with their beauty. However, it is vital to acknowledge that the perception of beauty resides in the eyes of the beholder.