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A FRIEND SAYS GOODBYE...

I go to the computer this morning (my ritual) and read one of my fellow bloggers post.  I was saddened to find out Lorelei had to let Marley, her cat of 16 years, make that last journey that we all must make on our own.  Lorelei had to let the vet put Marley to sleep because Marley was in so much pain.


My heart was breaking for Lorelei during every word I read.  
And it made me reflect on my morning...

where I was rudely awaken by my little dog, Cosmo.  Mind you that Cosmo is an old soul of 13 years and will be 14 very soon.  I lost my patience with him and raised my voice telling him to STOP IT when all he wanted was to cuddle with me. 
I need more...
PATIENCE!

So that will be my word for today.  I will strive for it and not just for Cosmo.  
Here is a picture of my little Cosmo...

To read more about Lorelei and Marley you can go to her blog, Lorelei's Blog Inside The Studio.  Also, Lorelei is trying to combat her unexpected vet bill by offering 25% off in her ETSY store this week.  Use the coupon code MARLEY.

Have a great week everyone!
Namaste
Kalaya

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