I was laying bed, crying and my bulldog who is always with me, realized I was crying and he came and put his face right up to mine. We stayed that way for a few moments and then he started to lick my tears away.
And you know, I couldn't continue feeling sorry for myself after that.
How could I?
Ordinary
1 hour ago
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Thank You God, for my sobriety...AND for my four-legged friends.
Mine is a cat named Burt. He loves me, and I him. Someone offered him a mate the other day (in a comment!) and I do not think he'd be any more interested in a female cat--than I would!
Thankfully not for the same reasons!
that's why they're our best friends...
cool. dogs are often much smarter than their owners :)
Is he in Al-Anon yet?
Aw Tyra bully love is the best kind out there I am sure of it!
Thank God for our furry friends.
PG
Oh, that is too sweet, I have three little pugs who when I cry do the same for me and it is impossible for me to continue on the path of sadness; for they are so happy and loving...
Hugs,
G
I read that you've started over recently. So glad you're back, and I hope you're finding the support and encouragement you need. I've started over way too many times...
I identified a lot with your last post. (Maybe...) It's hard work, having a relationship. I like that you're able to share your hurts or frustrations, even if you can't offer any pat answers.
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