Poppy Loss
When a Horse Casually Kicks Your Pup - Dead
Woke this morning bereft. The little furry presence that was my usual introduction to morning, the warm body burrowing itself into the curve of my stomach, was loudly, resoundingly absent. Loss is so much about the empty spaces left behind by habit and love.
An old friend had just arrived from Toronto and we were off for a spring walk along wel…
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