7.15.2014

July 14, 2014

White Dog sat with me on the chair. "Why are you crying, momma?" she asked. We were surveying the results of moving the portraits of Quinn, Nuka and Oso to the wall we had opened up for them in the office. Now the fireplace held portraits of Taiko, Bella, and Sachi as well as YoYoMa and Puff.

I put my arm around The Little White Dog of My Heart. "I can't even begin to explain so you would understand."

4 comments:

Random Felines said...

so sweet.....we completely understand

Brian said...

We understand too and it is beautiful!

Angel Ginger Jasper said...

I fully understand and that display is very beautiful x

Caren Gittleman said...

oh my! those are exquisite!