sara

SARA TIMAR – 9/2013 (?) – 9/2024 – I miss the walks and the pitter patter of her paws as she came upstairs to find me after when gone too long. I miss how she moved from her favorite resting spot to the sofa so she could be closer to me. She wasn’t a perfect dog, but I am not a perfect person. She was more close to being perfect than I am. She wanted love. I look at her picture every day, but I don’t really need any reminders of how wonderful she was.