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Remembering
Today was one of those days when Maverick looked at me like I was the most horrible person he’d ever met, simply because I wasn’t amused with him playing tug of war with his leash in the middle of the … Continue reading
When you’re out of Biofreeze
and he decides it’s a good time to jump all over you. Today I had a bone density test. Way to make a girl feel old! Apparently, when you reach a “certain age,” you have to get all … Continue reading
Tears flowing
Today wasn’t a great day I’m not a morning person. Wandering the field while puppy chews sticks and eats grass and taking stones out of his mouth, and leaves out of his mouth, and waiting for him to be motivated … Continue reading
Counting Mondays
11 Mondays 11 weeks ago, we let you go. Much has changed in those 11 weeks. And every Monday, at 8:30, time stops, and I see your sweet face, and I feel your fur under my hands, and I whisper … Continue reading
He’s home
We picked up Max’s ashes this morning. I expected to fall completely apart – that happens on a regular basis these days. Strangely, I didn’t. I cried in the car, as Bear held the bag with the two boxes … Continue reading
Bittersweet and melancholy
Fourteen years ago I moved to Pennsylvania, leaving behind my entire family. Most of them didn’t care, and some of them did. I went back a few times, once a year, for the first few years. Then life … Continue reading
I’m a sucker
Or maybe just a softie. I’m ruining my reputation. Sigh Yesterday my husband told me that a cat had been sleeping on the septic cover. He said, “she looks hungry, but we’re not keeping her.” Last night, … Continue reading
Difficult days
Today was one of them. There’s been a lot of stress in my life the past couple of months, I have a very hard time watching someone I love in pain, mental and physical pain, when I can’t fix it. … Continue reading
He is NOT a senior!
Max is 8 years old. Eight and a half, actually. Yesterday, he was a puppy. He came into my life, into my arms, and changed my world. He drives me crazy, and he makes me laugh, and he’s the only … Continue reading
Cold, damp, ouch
The good thing about it raining all day is that I don’t have to water the garden. The bad thing is that the damp is making my bones ache – chondritis is not my friend. Chondritis isn’t anyone’s friend! Got … Continue reading