Love Doesn’t End
This post is dedicated to my sweet dog-ter, Xena,
who passed away at the age of 14 on December 17th.
When we first said hello
On a spring day in 2003, I saw a ball of fluff bounding up to me out of the corner of my eye. You were an energetic, beautiful, vibrant dog with the sweetest smile that I’d ever seen. You jumped into my arms right away, and I knew that you were something special.
We had just moved to this isolated road in the middle of the New Mexican mountains.