I have no idea how old this is, but my ex-husband gave it to me when we were married, so it's pretty old. I keep it on my bulletin board in my writing space.
Today, I started sobbing and I couldn't stop. Not over a particular self-pity attitude, but an overwhelming, suffocating sadness. My pets surrounded me and put their heads on me and let me pet them and bury my face in their hair and let me cling until I felt better. I love having fuzz therapy.
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