Yesterday our school therapy dog, Munch, died, after a long and fruitful life. He was about 4 lbs, ugly as sin, had bad breath and the funniest bark you ever heard. He had a real knack for reducing anxiety and tension with students who struggled, and was very much loved by our staff and students. We have started a memory board and will dedicate our new raised garden in his name.
My eating is in the toilet and I'm lethargic and discouraged.
I have a hole in the floor; not quite big enough yet, but getting there. Anyone who wants to help on Sat is welcome.
Love, elly
No comments:
Post a Comment