Could be a tradition "bite the hand that feeds you" but under a different light I had kissed Bea Bea and following the kiss I was attempting to raise her head for us to appear in a picture together. Appears as though I am slapping her, but fear not: my tale is true.
Grateful, I am, she is here in 2011. She had a rough eleventh year and now that she is twelve years old, the year began with a bang for her in the form of a seizure New Years Day. Bea can only go up from there, I feel. And for all of you!!!
Up! Up you go!!! Forth...ahead...proceed not as you were but as you are to become. For me I accept my past nightmares for what they were and I intend to proceed as though this life is all a dream and in the dream I receive as I give without ever giving to receive. Such as a dare, I dare for our dreams to go up.