It took a year....................

I had this cat for 15 years. He was the best. He could swear, really he could. He died not long after I moved to Hawaii. I took time to decide what to do next, but I could not bring myself to get another cat. The guilt was more than I could handle. And then one day this dog came into my life..................and now after a year I love her. I look at her and my heart does a little jump. She breathes deeply and I get the best feeling. She pushes me out of my bed and I love her. She is licking my ear right now. I just gave her a bath and she smells like Lavender AND horse manure. I am the luckiest.

Life is to be feared, not death

I was just sitting here with my roommate when I looked at him and said "do you ever feel like at any moment a monster will come down and bite your head off?" I just don't understand the look he gave me. Like I am some nut or such. Thankfully he let me eloborate. What I mean is that sometimes I feel like I am hanging around waiting for the next shoe to drop.
My sister and mother died several years ago and ever since then I sit waiting for the next big monster to come out of nowhere and ruin my world. I am here to tell you that having a monster bite your head off does not necessarily kill you. It just leaves you in pain for a very long time.
Since they have been gone the beauty of the quiet morning can be ruined by my own guilt. They died and my brother said "I just thank god it was not me" (this from a Buddhist). And I asked "why wasn't it me?" (this from a non-catholic).