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Rosalyn smiled as he licked her chin and nuzzled her forehead in another fond kiss. Her grandmere would do her best.

The coast has always been ours, but a long time ago, there was a different shore. There was a little girl, not much older than you. And she loved the same sea, though she knew it less, perhaps. Rosalyn grew distant, for a moment, but the puppy's presence grounded her in a way few things could. She could not remember the faces but she would never forget the sea.

No matter how lost she became, or how little she had, the sea was always near. And as she grew, and walked it's shore, she found new things to love within its waves. Someday, little one, so will you. When he was old enough.