Grief

Each night before I go to bed, I sit on the couch in the spot that my Brammy used to sit.  Staring out the bay window at our neighborhood.  We always said he was our neighborhood watch dog.  Keeping us all safe from harm.  Our ever vigilant sentry.   He would sit and stare out [...]

Charlotte my sweet Charlotte

I can’t stop thinking about you…

…why would I even want to my precious, precious baby…

your sweet little paws…

…you went through so much…

I am just not whole without you.