The Hobgoblin Marks 24 Years
Hobbes at 24 years young today. Happy 24th Birthday to the horse that has taught me so much about who horses truly are and who he is content to be.…
Maximus: Shortly After He Left
I’m at the month mark now and I’m honestly a bit surprised at how resounding the grief feels. Don’t get me wrong, I knew it would be hard, but I thought knowing that we had saved him from suffering would be at the forefront and my rational brain could hold onto that and make it through the hardest chunks. But again, the hardest chunks have nothing to do with rational thought. I miss his presence, his soft eyes, and his gigantic head insisting that I scratch it. I miss the night checks and belly scratches, and the slow way he did everything.
Love In Its Finest Form: A Tribute to Janet
She didn’t hide—instead Janet fought hard. And she chose love over frustration, over fear, and regrets. She chose to live out love in its finest form. And she invited it in all of those who knew her. To be with her was to experience it.