Finding Your Callie

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…

Strength, too, comes in Waves 

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…