We picked up Lucy’s ashes today. I miss her so much. She would always peek around the doorway when I got home. Two other people I know had to put their dogs down this week. When she turned 14 I knew it was borrowed time. But she seemed so healthy I thought she would live forever. Between Lucy and the letters I’ve been reading from my Aunt, my mood has been somewhat sad to say the least. But I’m thankful for both, they remind me to be thankful for those in my life. Thankful for all those memories I have. All those memories enrich my life, thank you all for showing up, it has made all the difference.
Jane is a Widow 