Just joined, just throwing my thoughts out there. I’m a mom of 4 beautiful kids, I write and publish children books and work full time ♥️
Since I was very young I can remember feeling out of place, like I didn’t belong. That feeling of maybe I shouldn’t be here started long before I could even ride a bike. I thought I was weird, I thought something was wrong with me, always anxious, always worrying about every little thing in life.
Born a dog, died a gentleman
At first I wanted to pick a sweet photo, or something beautiful, maybe a sunset, children playing but then I stumbled across this photo....His last moments, His last breathe, his last few kisses he gave before he left this world forever. This is the last photo of my sweet boy Bronnie before he was euthanized. It’s raw, it’s painful, it hurts to think back on these last moments. Most of us have been there and if you haven’t you can still imagine the pain. That moment when you have to decide is this the right thing to do? The vet says “It’s time” but you can’t help but think What if the Vet is wrong? What will I tell my kids? Am I selfish for wanting him to stay?