I am twenty years old. To a world-wise adult, I am little more than a child. To any child, however, I am old enough to be distrusted, to be excluded forever from the magical community of the short and beardless.
Once you have had a wonderful dog, a life without one, is a life diminished.
The only thing I know for sure is how much I do not know.
Whiskers of the cat, Webbed toes on my swimming dog; God is in the details.
Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing.
The brain acknowledged the approach of death while the heart stubbornly insisted upon immortality.