Such short little lives our pets have to spend with us and they spend most of it waiting for us to come home each day. It is amazing how much love and laughter they bring into our lives and even how much closer we become with each other because of them.
We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory there is no true loss.
Words can never fully say what we want them to say for they fumble stammer and break the best porcelain. The best one can hope for is to find along the way someone to share the path content to walk in silence for the heart communes best when it does not try to speak.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame very pretty often hot and fierce but still only light and flickering. As love grows older our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals deep-burning and unquenchable.