

May you sprint through meadows and eat rotisserie chicken every day now, my best buddy. 💔
This is the best boy in his favorite place doing his favorite thing. The way he would jaunt up and down the lane at the lake would make us smile every single time. He was a dog, yes. But he was also probably the only being that saw every single side of me. He snuggled me in bed the days I laid there and cried, out of pain or sheer exhaustion. He looked at me confused when I popped out of bed acting like I was fine because I didn't want the family member that just got home to


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This weekend I did a thing for the first time ever! Inspired by a breastie-bestie friend’s facebook...


A Loss for Words
I've been procrastinating on writing this post. Like, really procrastinating. It's not that things are going horribly or that there's...












