Never again would she eat a hotdog and cotton candy.

You see, I take what my body needs.

Kay knew the feathers were from this world, from me…

A best friend will listen to what you believe to be true.

The process is slow.

At any given point in your life, you don't see the bigger picture of how perfectly things are lining up for the future when you're the middle of it.

When I arrived a few hours later Kay was in the backyard scanning all the treetops, looking for me with a worried look in her eye.

She heard the engine of the moving van start-up and headed towards the door. It was time to go.

Dogs are a great judge of energy.

It's hard to have faith in something I can't touch.

Define wise
she cries
as I rise
circling in the skies.

Having different puzzle pieces that click in place so perfectly in other ways is what makes this whole story of our life together solid.

She loves the morning. I love the night.