I am finding happier times and making sense of traumas from childhood. Sally, my last dog, was a true service dog when I was in need of prayers in my life. God watches when there's a relationship and provides the ability to repair feeling scarred and bringing you back to ministry through being able to communicate with a therapy animal who feels your pain and shows you your inner self and others just needed to see the same. A friend named John (through peace) had perfect timing, to my wonder about where to turn after my father passed taking care of my aunt's and his boxer. My boyfriend and I are going to be taking a break from working things out together. I need to save for a distant therapeutic pilgrimage and asthma-free ode to honouring the spreading of ashes. We all deserve a chance to honor homestead California.