going home


I am missing —

The dogs.

It hurts, this missing.

I want my dogs. Not new dogs. MY dogs.

And I want to go home.*



*Home does not exist. I attended nine elementary schools, lived in so many places — including cars and garages and floors — growing up there is no “home.”



4 Responses to going home

  1. Just because there is no home doesn’t mean you don’t want to go there.

  2. Hugs through the interwebs…

  3. When I lost Wolfie I thought for sure my heart was broken beyond repair. And then I lost Cerbie and I learned the hard way- and I am talking in a brutal fashion- I had a heart to break all along.

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