That’s my Charlie boy on the arm of the couch. He doesn’t like to be held, but loves for me…
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Grief
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…
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Letting Her Go
Wednesday when I picked Abi up, the vet and I talked. He told me that the most humane thing for…
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