The dog, and I say ‘the’and not ‘my’, killed the last kitten from the small cat this morning. I am so upset with him.
I also realized that I have lost hope. Not just because of the kitten but many other things. While hope may just be a head thing, it makes life so much bearable when you truly believe that one day it will get better.
Hope affects what you put into you and what you put out into the world. I want it back…and I need it soon too.
Homeland of the Nomad 