my bucket list is not filled with things i want to do or see.
my bucket list is not even a list..it is an actual bucket full of things i wish that i did not have to do or see.
tonight i add miley to my bucket of hard things.
she is home. she will survive. and yes, eventually she will flourish. all of us here will make sure of this.
but at this moment...she is asleep, with another cone on her head, minus her leg.
and it is heart wrenching.
rescue is not for soft hearted weenies..it hurts too much to witness the utter unfairness of life sometimes.
and yet the alternative is not being there?
i read once that true compassion is the ability to participate in the suffering of others... yet somehow not be overwhelmed.
its hard not to be overwhelmed.
that's my struggle and that is the gift...a bucket of oh so beautiful brave and innocent souls.
💓💓💓🙏🏻🕯🙏🏻💓💓💓 thinking of you and miss miley tonight.