I just got an email from one of the vets that treated Callie over the last year, wishing her a Happy Birthday today. She would have been 12. I was hoping to get through today without crying but it doesn’t seem like that’s going to happen. But I don’t want it to be about the…
Category: Death
Strength, too, comes in WavesÂ
I didn’t want to go. She was snuggled, warm and soft, against my chest. Her breathing was in that perfectly relaxing rhythm that lulls and comforts, as if she were a yogi of napping. My heart felt too full. It turned to liquid as it trickled out of my eyes. I held her a little…
