Twelve years ago, a litter of Great Danes was born into this world on Mother's Day. That August, we drove to Boca Raton, a 3 1/2 hour drive one way and picked up Sally and Toby. They were already too big to be lap dogs. Two years ago, the Tuesday before her 10th birthday, Sally succumbed to cancer. Yesterday, April 17th, Toby lost his life to old age. And now our house is empty.
Says it all. Struggling to get back into the routine.
Happy writing, revising and submitting. And if your're struggling right along with me, we'll get there.