The story of an empty chair
If you think this is a post about
an empty chair, you’re absolutely right, and the emptiness is gut wrenching.
Winnie sat there. It didn’t matter where we were going, she rode with me. I’ll never look at it the same. My heart will drop each time I put my purse there.
They’re never just a dog. They’re family. And it’s heart breaking to think about all the mundane things I’ll do now without being able to reach over and pet her. 💔
Give me grace as I mourn her, and attempt to release my new novel, and as school starts back. It’s going to be a hard time for me. I want to thank every single person for reaching out with nice words and love during this time.