Thursday, July 13, 2017

Yesterday was the anniversary of the pit bull attack.  A hard day.  A lonely day.  A sad day.  It is hard for me not to spend part of the day reflecting upon just how much the attack changed Amos and me.  And how it was so very, very violent.

I spotted this on the Chronic Perseverance Facebook page I follow:

It has stayed with me, thinking about how much I expect from my friends ... long from them ... that I think they should just know.  Only.  Only they cannot hear what I am screaming inside.  I sort of think that they should.  That they do.  That they can.

Laugh if you will, but it dawned on me that that is probably a bit unfair.
If not downright selfish.
But I do.

Hear me.

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