Mandy in her spring glory — the Watchdog turned mother, surrounded by her five pups in the Meadow’s bloom. The sunlight catches her fur like a crown, and the field hums with new life.
Invocation
Mandy and Sheepdog beneath the Sycamore on Halloween Eve — the night she returns in moonlight to tell him their puppies’ stories. Love that outlived the body, resting in hush and glow.
