Sitting on the front porch this morning, on the front little stoop, smoking my cylinder of sin; This canine at my feet. Within a patch of sun, I massaged her toes. Bliss Tis this moment. When rain finally gives way, and the dawn brings the light, I rise. I wake with the sun, As the night sheds it mantel. She is good, this one. She … Continue reading The Best Grief Counselors have Four Legs