And by your garden, I mean your life. We start out as sprouts, bloom into something beautiful, then get all wrinkled and wilt.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Still Mourning
I'm so thankful that we still have Keystone. He's such a perfect furry-kid. He's my awesome little old man. But so often I think of how there should be another little girl here.
We played in the snow today, the first time this season. I know we both kept thinking how much Abby would have loved it.
I think there is always going to be a hole in my heart where Abbytail should still be right now.
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