In a quiet corner of Florida lies a cemetery not meant for people, but for our most loyal companions. Rows of tiny headstones with pictures & names of pets buried with love. Where chew toys rest beside faded flowers. A peaceful resting grounds for pets who were more like family because they were. Garden of Love whispers this. It breathed & remembered. 

As the sun dipped behind the tall trees, Sara & I felt the shift. In a place meant for love & remembrance, we found shadows - old lingering shadows watching from the edge of time. A woman in a blue dress watching us blankly behind the trees as a reminder that not all spirits leave & rest quietly.

The Garden of Love may be a resting place for pets, however it also is a place where something seems to be...watching...&waiting...quietly...

Until next time, remember this: Just because you can't see them... doesn't mean they aren't watching because whats out there truly is....UNEARTHLY!!!

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