Animals also experience trauma. Here’s one example.
Spring offers hope when little else can.
Like all good things, vacations eventually come to an end.
Today is a day many of us count our blessings, and I for one have many.
Molly had surgery. Kitten did this. And me? I did a few things also.
A short poem about dog walks in the fall.
Trauma healing is not for the weak, but even the strongest among us get tired.
Molly and I are headed to the vet tomorrow, and I’m afraid of what we’ll learn.
It’s that time again for my perturbed pets and their haughty hijinks!
It’s back! It’s We Hate You Wednesday!