|"Your mind warps itself onto paper - Imagination bleeds into the ink - A drop of your inner essence - It's not a drawing, it's a photo of your soul"|
It's official, for the first time in three years I will no longer own any Catahoula's. My last girl leaves my yard tomorrow. After loosing my beautiful Copper everything has gone downhill. On a brighter note I still will have one dog... a dog that was declared dead unless I saved her. But from the moment I layed eyes on her she was so similar to Copper... so maybe not everything is negative.
There is no worse a feeling then to have worked your heart & soul out for something, to have it all torn away from you, and to have absolutely nothing left. I am really overdue for some good luck.