I was going to post another experiment in writing, but four friends have lost their bullies, and a couple of others have seriously ill pups.  I don’t have it in me to play today.  Instead, I am lighting a candle for all of them.

     All I want to do is hug my two and hold back time.  It scares me that Gavin is now twelve and Patty is nine.  The oldest one I’ve had, made it to just shy of fourteen years.  I still cry over him today.  It always hurts so much to lose one of our fur babies.