counting downSpringMarch 20th, 2016Spring has sprung!
Max was many things, but he was not much of a cuddler. He loved people, but he was happy to have some distance between himself and anyone but a few. He would put his head on my lap, push himself … Continue reading
I really didn’t want to love this little terror. I didn’t want to open myself up to this pain, this searing, unending pain, this loss that doesn’t get better with time, not again. And then they put him in my … Continue reading