Life in the shadow.

My Sunny days were gone. I know it was no coincidence that the next dog who came to us was named Shadow. How poetic. My life was not complete and utter darkness. There was still sun, my grief just shaded me from it. And Shadow forced me to face the truth. I was in the shade hiding out, but my sunny days were still around. Continue reading

Too weak to die.

When all the stress becomes too much. When the struggle to stay positive becomes overwhelming. When nothing in your own mind seems to be right. When everything I just said is true, to you, you pray for silence. Why? Continue reading

How can anyone prepare for death?

This is going to sound like a dark question because it is a dark question. How can you prepare for death? More specifically, how can you prepare for the death of a loved one? Is it even possible? I don’t think so. There is no preparation for death because you start the mourning period long before death actually comes. Continue reading