1/30/2025

i miss marley. when it would snow, we'd run around and i'd get tired but he'd keep running around me in a circle- i would think to myself, "this must be how a deer feels when she's being hunted." sometimes my dad comes home and 'talks to him' like he's here. i wonder sometimes if that's how he'd grieve me, if i died young. then i get sad haha. he was so orange in the snow. little mango.