I’m tired. Nope. I’m more than tired. I am FUCKING EXHAUSTED. Anxiety, stress, work, family, volunteering, it is all taking a toll, but it’s more than that. The weight on my shoulders feels disproportionately heavy and I think I’ve figured out why: I’m a helper.
We lost our Lola in April. If anything encompasses the turmoil and contradiction of the past year, it was our 13 ½ year old Belgian Malinois Shepherd’s life and death. Lola was wild and her energy boundless, though it waned slowly in her last year. She would sit on our front porch at our first …
I promise you, every time I blink Solomon has reached another milestone.