there is a hole here at saints...for awhile at least.
but our animals weave themselves into the tapestry of every day life. each one a thread of brilliant color...each thread creates a picture of not just each individual but of us all as a whole.
we are interconnected, each life that lives here. we impact each other and sometimes we conflict..like the light and the shadows forming the texture of here.
i leave perdy's gate open to let the others move in, but the laundry area stays free, no one goes in. her bed is empty but her spirit is there.
they carve themselves into the soul of saints and forever dwell there.
once they come, the saints never leave.
they are forever the fabric of the saints family.
I knew Perdy before she came to SAINTS, when she was in trouble in her previous home I knew that Carol and the SAINTS family were the ones to be her saviors. I just learned of Perdy passing, she was such a sweet girl. Rest in peace sweet one.