He preferred cuddles.
I found him at the pound, on the day he was to be killed. He was playing with two young children, in the fading light of that last afternoon.
The staff waived the adoption fee. They said, "Get him out of here!"
It was a wonderful decade, after that.
Wait a while, my friend, and I will follow you.
Looking forward to it.
Cancer's taken my hope. You can live without hope. But this, this broke my heart.
Music from Melissa Manchester, with Through The Eyes Of Love.
Please pardon my slow response to comments. I do my best, and your comments are really precious to me. Barb is answering many of them now. I'm running on fumes, if you don't mind a macho metaphor.
I'm grateful for the energy to have written this. I'm so glad Barbara's stepped in for many of my posts. I'm really not doing well at all.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
If you can, please do leave a comment. I am trying to answer all, and I am failing, but please know this - I read and treasure each one.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.