Grief

The Passage Of Time

The Passage Of Time

Every year in mid-May the tree that hangs over one corner of my patio bursts into tiny white blooms. The heady scent perfumes the air. Butterflies and bees hover over the flowers. I sit outside…

Letting Her Go

Letting Her Go

Wednesday when I picked Abi up, the vet and I talked. He told me that the most humane thing for her would be for him to come to my apartment and give Abi a shot….

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