Beautifully Broken

A few weeks ago I came home from dinner to find my beloved Yorkshire terrier, Zoey, had passed away. She was thirteen years old and weighed all of five pounds. When she was younger ,she went everywhere with me. She flew in planes, traveled by motorhome, stayed in hotels, went shopping, and I carried her into restaurants in her travel bag. As she got older, she became more nervous, so she traveled only if we went somewhere in the motorhome, which was quite often. My nickname for her was Baby Girl.

The Power of the Tongue

It was my third visit on the same day for the same prescription at the same local pharmacy. I needed to get a script for my mom before I left town. This process had caused me to delay our departure by several hours, but I would feel better knowing she had her medication before I left. On my first two visits, the pharmacy required additional information. Each time I happily obliged since I really needed to get this task completed.