Not only was I killing myself, I was killing my parents.
He shows it to me through the many cuddles he gives me
My husband made me laugh at his own funeral. He was a very special man.
We took Sarah in our backpack almost 3 years ago.
My scars, my pain, are a legacy of the love I had for this person, the relationship we had the chance to live together. And if the wound is deep, it means that this love was too. So, so be it.
there is no more fulfilling than the bonds where the truth is honored, because they allow us to hear and share without resistance and without judgment the echo of our soul.
Unger realized that taking the pressure off of Schoep’s joints by floating with him was the best way he knew to provide his beloved fur child with pain relief.