Wednesday, 1 February 2006

Tears stream down my cheeks forming in glistening puddles on the keys my keyboard. My grief escapes in hacking sobs. Why? I ask over and over again. Scrappy was a rare treasure, my friend, my comfort in trying situations, my baby after my children left. And now he is no more, because someone needed to prove they were big behind a steering wheel, and made him their target. Because of their need, emptiness haunts my home, reminding me my companion is gone forever.

Obstacles are those frightful things you see when


take your eyes off your goal.