Saturday, March 12, 2011

Stigmatized

Now whenever I see someone walking a dog I'm torn between envy and pity. Sorrow criples the ability to love.

2 Comments:

Blogger Milla said...

It's like whenever I see a cat, same thing.
Now that Pisko is dead, we feed a stray cat which decided he likes us, and has been coming to see us for a few months. He is large and black, and I call him Black Bear.

3:53 PM  
Blogger balance said...

Oh, Milla, I’m so sorry to hear that-I had no idea Pisko was no longer with you :( Why do they have to leave us so soon-it’s so unfair. I’ll never have another dog-Vincent’s death broke my heart; I’ll never go through that misery again; and there’ll never be another dog like Vincent.
I’m so sorry Milla.

4:23 PM  

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