Mother’s Day this year was a tough one for me. I’ve spent the last two weeks trying to figure out if I could even write about it or not. I guess I’ve decided I can because here I am. So
I’ve had pets all my life. When I was growing up, we always had a cat or two and I remember that we had a dog most of the time as well. Patches, Brownie, a girl dog named Rex, Lucy.
I’m feeling pretty beat up these days. The combination of a body growing older and more feeble-y by virtue of time and the verbal calesthenics of the past few days since my mother’s death has left me tired, cranky, listless,