Shelter for the Broken Hearted (By Cat Lalonde)
She wore a large, black, straw hat with a red ribbon,
that’s what you first see and what you first remembered
She wore a large, black, straw hat with a red ribbon,
that’s what you first see and what you first remembered
At a previous veterinary clinic I worked at, I overheard a woman tell her timid Great Dane, “you’re not meant for everyone.” I thought that was some deep, meaningful stuff, and I applied it to my own rescue dog and eventually myself.
It began when my fiancée and I filled out a form to adopt a dog. She wanted a medium to large lab type, and I wanted a pug. We compromised and opened our heart to the next fairly young dog that needed a home. The only condition was that we have two rescue cats, so their safety was our main focus. ENTER KAZOOEE.
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When it doesn’t go as planned, yell “plot twist!” and move on. That’s advice I saw in several different places, no idea where it’s originally from, but it’s fitting.
A split decision, heartbreak, love.
A wrong turn down a one way street. A crash, a clash, a tangle of harsh words that you cannot take back.
A fall, a slip, a wrong move
wrong word at the wrong time.
The right words. A heart to give, a hand to hold. A hug
wrapped in warmth, a greeting to first impressions and lasting friendship.
A breath.
Some poetry are stories,
There’s no hidden meaning, the author speaks plainly, grabs you by the hand and takes you on a journey.
I’m petsitting two French bulldogs right now. They both are hyper when I come home, but tend to chill out fast. They sleep most of the day, and wake up just to eat. Pretty sure one has amnesia, she always forgets who I am.
Some days, I sigh
unable to get any air
I exhale and exhale, over and over
again