Every morning that he popped his head up and thumped his tail on the bed good morning was a blessing. He was so happy to be with us. I loved the way he greeted us at the door with a ball, a toy, or a shoe, wagging his tail so fast that it became one big blur.

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Woman By The Sea

I think loss is the great wave that washes over us and like the ocean washing the shore, exposes every rock, every shell, every granule of sand, every piece of us. It forces us to be in the light.

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