Paw Prints on Our Hearts🐾
It’s 5 o’clock and I catch myself waiting to hear the clicking of her toenails as she abruptly skids into the kitchen…asking for her dinner…but there is only the silence…Mr. P thought he caught a glimpse of her in when he was working in the garden…she loved being outdoors No banal platitudes or trite quotes…words […]
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Day 188…A Black Raggedy Thread
“Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.”
