Adopting the cropped: Welcome home, Uncle Bernie

Last year was a rough year in our house. We lost Waldo in July and then we lost Grandpa Brooke in November. There was time where I thought I wouldn’t climb out of the hole I was in. As their primary caretaker, I was an emotionally-drained shell by the time they both passed away. IContinue reading “Adopting the cropped: Welcome home, Uncle Bernie”