I know it got a little dark in here last night. Sometimes when I’m sitting by myself thoughts pop into my head. I decided I’m just going to put them here when that happens. Blogging to me is an outlet. It’s a way to purge myself so I don’t lose it in my real life. Does that make sense? Does it matter if it makes sense to you? I guess as long as it makes sense to me it’s a good thing.￼This is my love. She stays by my side and makes sure that I’m OK.￼ ￼She is the reason that two years ago, almost to the date, I did not leave this earth. She did have some help from my beautiful friend Carolyn.￼￼ That story is here and one that has no end yet. At least not the end that I was hoping for. Still a work in progress.
Today is a better day. Starbucks and blueberry muffins are the perfect thing to put you right. ￼I tell people all the time, that it’s just a bad day not a bad life. I sometimes need to take my own advice. Today, I will!￼￼Have courage and be kind.￼
“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.” -Mahatma Gandhi
Starved to the point where he had no temperature then thrown down a garbage chute like yesterday’s trash, this was the life of Patrick. He is an approximately one year old Pit/Mix who was brutally mistreated by his owner.