I struggle this time of year, haunted by memories of when my son was little, full of love and sweetness. Now we are estranged, sometimes life is what it is. Memories can be a curse when so much is lost.
December 13, 2025 at 8:51 PM
I struggle this time of year, haunted by memories of when my son was little, full of love and sweetness. Now we are estranged, sometimes life is what it is. Memories can be a curse when so much is lost.
I know this feeling well, sometimes you need to take the time in solitude and darkness to nurture those parts of you that need care. We often demand too much of ourselves when our body/mind/heart need gentle kindness and some of that love we give to everyone but ourselves.
December 3, 2025 at 11:12 AM
I know this feeling well, sometimes you need to take the time in solitude and darkness to nurture those parts of you that need care. We often demand too much of ourselves when our body/mind/heart need gentle kindness and some of that love we give to everyone but ourselves.
Before my Augie, wound up at his third rescue, two different trainers, one upstate, one downstate, recommend euthanasia. Project dog doesn't adequately describe the challenges, he's come a long way. The ones that need the most work are the ones that will have your heart and give you theirs.🐾❤️
November 21, 2025 at 10:42 AM
Before my Augie, wound up at his third rescue, two different trainers, one upstate, one downstate, recommend euthanasia. Project dog doesn't adequately describe the challenges, he's come a long way. The ones that need the most work are the ones that will have your heart and give you theirs.🐾❤️