what of the mother whose house is in flames and both of her children are in their beds crying and she loves them both with the whole of her heart but she knows she can only carry one at a time? she’s choking on the smoke of unthinkable choices she is haunted by the voices...
Three years ago my then 8-year old Australian Shepherd Montay, the first true love of my life, tore her ACL and required expensive, extensive surgery. Although irrelevant to the blog, this happens to be the second surgery she’s gone through, the first happening when she was maybe 6 months old. I have always prided myself...
