There's a good dog out there that is all alone with no one to stay with him when the fireworks are going off or to haul him around in a pickup truck or scratch him behind his ears. Maybe you don't have to be alone. Knowing Shiloh, he wouldn't wish that upon you, brother.
My ex was rightfully miffed, but she didn't sense the space. Often she accused me of loving him more than herself. I admit, she deserved better; but then, so did I.
He wasn't much of a wisher. He mostly was a dog, actually. A unique to me dog. The best kind of dog. A companion. Also there was that little extra that wasn't a dog but was a comforter. A particularly custom space made just for my unique emotional well being. We all have such a space. Keeping it resolved is quite a trick. We find it wherever in whatever suits our sense of belonging to something or someone greater than our attempts to fill it with anything otherwise. It is often where we are most vulnerable.
I know you speak the truth and that dog is out there. I will recognize him or her when I see them. When my spirit has gone as far as it can in the space without them, I'll find that friend again. He's not lost. Just napping. I have his treats ready.
I can't explain it to my understanding any better than that. After all, what is a Comforter?
They crashed our party and left us before we were ready, as if that time would ever come.
I had an argument with my ex once about Shiloh. He wasn't much of a fireworks fan and one July 4th I refused to leave him at home alone by himself to attend celebrations because fireworks were going off everywhere already and he was quite unhappy about it. She wasn't happy either, exclaiming that he was "just a dog".
That proved to me that she didn't know him and that she didn't really know me. Now I'm alone, and it's him I miss.
Darling, if you read this you must know by now. I wish you peace and profound fulfillment.
There's a good dog out there that is all alone with no one to stay with him when the fireworks are going off or to haul him around in a pickup truck or scratch him behind his ears. Maybe you don't have to be alone. Knowing Shiloh, he wouldn't wish that upon you, brother.
Hard to judge the age in your pic. But the face reveals all. We will always miss that.
They crashed our party and left us before we were ready, as if that time would ever come.
I had an argument with my ex once about Shiloh. He wasn't much of a fireworks fan and one July 4th I refused to leave him at home alone by himself to attend celebrations because fireworks were going off everywhere already and he was quite unhappy about it. She wasn't happy either, exclaiming that he was "just a dog".
That proved to me that she didn't know him and that she didn't really know me. Now I'm alone, and it's him I miss.
Darling, if you read this you must know by now. I wish you peace and profound fulfillment.
i say we raise the blinds and open the window
yeah it is cold right now in the rockies, but don't need a little fresh air and sunshine?
feel free to sing along with me...
i say we raise the blinds and open the window
yeah it is cold right now in the rockies, but don't we need a little fresh air and sunshine?
feel free to sing along with me...
