"The world is too big," she said, "but that doesn't mean we stop searching."
in all ways, Nami. No one would get my moods better than you do: my random decisions to stay in despite having promised to go on walks or runs, my spontaneous desires to play basketball while you run around the court, chasing birds and sunlight, you understood it all. Remember when Chopper… Continue reading You were good to me
Grief is such an odd thing, no? At any point during the day I could come across plenty of dogs, and I'd feel a tinge, but nothing too debilitating. If the sun's not too harsh and the owner is friendly enough, I'd even kneel in front of the dog to give him/her a pat. Probably… Continue reading Fin
I haven’t had the time to grieve properly since you left, though for some macabre way, I am glad you left the way you did — at peace, as the sun rose, lying on your side, the way you’d always do when you’re completely at rest. I guess that's why I used this photo of… Continue reading An Ode to a Friend
I’m not sure where I heard it (or really, if I even did — maybe it was only a dream), but I’ve heard it said that dogs are closer to heaven. — We arrived at home a few minutes after 7 PM, weary from the festivities of the day prior. Having the opportunity to see… Continue reading Lucky
Of perpetual finds 