Ah, that moment when all the troubles of the world slip away holding no importance. The storm brewing, the money worries, the health challenges, the what ifs the how will I evers …..mean nothing.
To my right snuggled up close and feeling safe is a doggy that calls me mama who is no longer afraid of the storm or the big dog on my left… all she thinks about is that she is safe and sleeps on with her head snuggled on my right leg. On my left is another dog that calls me auntie, who has also been afraid of my Scrappy until that moment and is snuggled with her head on my lap and sleeping…. And I am feeling safe and peaceful and surrounded by love and fully aware that nothing else in the world matters!
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