When I was having a conversation over the phone with my nephew, Jeremy, he asked me where I had buried our dog Angel. It seemed that he went back to Ipoh a few weeks ago and tried to look for her grave. At that time the grass was overgrown and he could not locate it. He thought it was either at the back or the front. In actuality, it was by the side garden. I had the gardeners come over to cut the grass and then cleaned up the grave and planted it with Japanese roses.
Though my dog is gone, she is not forgotten. My brother-in-law, Michael, said that Angel has gone to heaven to be with his mistress and master, my late parents.
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