Mitzi’s Happy

My corgi Sally hates pictures. She also isn’t a cuddler. So when I looked down and saw these two sleeping together my heart melted a little.

Sally is 13. I know I can’t keep her forever and some days that breaks my heart. She’s a connection to a past that I wish that someone else was there who could hold some of the memories of what happened with me. She’s the last one who knows.

I recently had my colonoscopy. I was fortunate to have a friend who would drive me. What I didn’t expect was the sadness as they prepared to put me under. I wouldn’t have anyone in the room when I woke. Such a simple thing, to want someone to be by you. And such a scary, lonely thing when you’ll never trust a person to be there again.

So I’m going to cherish Sally, keeper of my secrets, and continue to speak my authenticity into the world, because it has been exhausting trying to stay buried when I was meant to fly.