I just finished crying (actually, if the truth be told, I still am sniffling) on my breakfast, being reminded of a few lessons we all need to be reminded of.
Won’t you join me, please in remembering?
Constantly amazed by the unconditional love of my four dogs, I often use the cliche, “I want to be the kind of man my dogs think I am”.
They become part of our families…part of what we are. Too often, we take them for granted. All they ask for is some food, water and a few dozen tennis balls. In return they give us everything they have.
Would it not be wonderful if our relationships with other people were so easy?
We mourn when they leave us. Grief is defined as the emotional response to loss.
Here is a story about a fourteen year journey of love…four legged, fur love and the grief that he leaves behind.
One of my mama’ s dogs, Sunny passed away yesterday. Love this!!!
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It is a great story. I’m glad it helped you a bit….
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I love ya like a brother you big softie you, Big!
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Tears before bedtime……we have all been there! Such a touching tribute.
😦
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