When I am weak you are strong.
You help me to know I’ll make it through, I’ll carry on.
I count on you to hold me up
especially on days when my legs cannot.

On days I cry, you sit beside me.
And although my tears flow quickly down my face
I know with you I’m in a safe place.

When I am strong
we run along
stride for stride
always happy to be
side by side.

You never fail to show your heart
to share your peace, your grace, your love
You are my best friend.
You are my dog.

My Best Friend: Forest
My Best Friend: Forest

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    1. Thanks, Melanie. I’m doing mostly okay right now. Just relocated so have to find doc and get meds and into counselling so I can keep above the water. My blog is suffering for it, but you got to do what you got to do.


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