It always hurts, doesn’t it? And the pain never really goes away. You don’t get over it, you just get used to it. I think that’s how the saying goes.
I can’t believe it’s been 11 years since my Kipper dog died. 11 years and one day. I get sad looking at his pictures, and I still worry that I didn’t give him a good enough life. I was pretty stuck in bad times with my addiction to icky men. But he and I got to go camping and we did have some really good times too. He was my rock through my 20s and I”ll always love him.
To read more about Kip visit: Kip’s Page
Dang I was young in that picture. :p