Laughs and Lobotomies

I used to dog sit. One time I was in bed, crying my eyes out, and this dog pushed my door open. She climbed the bed, and came up on to my side, where she curled up. Through my sobs I felt her little body rise and fall with my breathing. She stayed there awhile before leaving the room.

I don’t take hugs often. But I needed one that day.

Thanks Charley.