(16 minutes late) ye olde annual birthday post
twenty two?
whoop-dee frickin doo.
I miss my dog, had to put him down at the beginning of November. Grief is like a pinball machine, and I’m the little ball that Life will not let return & go back into the relaunch spot :/
Im happy I’m alive and danced around the sun again… But it’s the first birthday without my boy, and it sucks.
I got so used to grieving the living that I forgot how to grieve the dead. Fly high my boy. Be nice to your cousins that went before you, and keep visiting us in your silly little ways on this mortal realm.










