counting downSpringMarch 20th, 2016Spring has sprung!
a year went by Last year, I was so deeply mourning Max, so lost in grief that I thought I’d never smile again. And a few miles down the road, you were being born. A little red ball of fur, … Continue reading
I was brought up to think of food as a way to express how much you love someone. If you come to my house and go away hungry, it’s your own fault, because if I like you, and you wouldn’t … Continue reading
I remember a few years ago, my best friend told me that her husband one night, totally frustrated with the behavior of their puppy – who was about 11 months old and full of energy, announced that he was taking … Continue reading
A year ago, I was sleeping on the sofa, sleeping on the floor beside Max, barely sleeping, listening to him breathe, praying for one more week, one more day, one more ride in the car, one more Golden smile, one … Continue reading