Believing in the Afterlife: Pets

I recently lost my beloved blue-eyed Sheltie. She was almost sixteen years and as much as I wanted to cling to her and keep her longer, she was suffering and needed relief from her pain. The vet experience was very soothing and her transition into the afterlife was peaceful. My blue-eyed baby rested her head

Paths traveled.

The birds, ceramic, wooden, polymix, neatly arranged on the shelf became the catalyst of my undoing. All of my repressed emotions bubbled to the surface and like Pompeii’s Vesuvius burst, strong and hot tears rolled. I dropped to the floor and drew my knees to my chest and smeared my cheeks against my black cotton