#i will adopt 2 raccoons and name them nightcrawler and quicksilver respectively

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im a nightsilver truther, actually.

might not finish it kinda lazy yawns

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The Heart of My Healing: A Love Letter to My Fur Baby

While most people spend this day avoiding black cats and watching for signs of superstition, I get the joy of spending it with my fur babies. I’ve talked about Oliver before, but today I want to introduce someone truly special—Maxine Wye Davis.

Maxi came into our lives in 2013. She was a rescue, just over a year old when Scott and I adopted her. She was our first baby, and because Scott’s battle with cancer meant we couldn’t have children, she quickly became even more than a pet—she was family.

Now at over 13 years old, Maxine is still one of my greatest sources of comfort and light. She is one of the few reasons I made it through the early, darkest days of grief after losing Scott.

As a puppy, she was lightning fast, strong, determined—and incredibly stubborn. I’ll never forget the time she was hit by a car and walked away with a shattered shoulder. It didn’t stop her. She adapted, learned to thrive with three legs, and became even tougher. That resilience shaped her, and in turn, she has shaped me.

Maxi is loyal, loving, sweet, and endlessly wise. She has a way of looking deep into my eyes like she knows exactly how my heart feels. And sometimes, I swear she’s saying, “It’s okay, Mommy. I got you.”

Her quiet companionship, her gentle understanding, and her love have helped me hold it together when I felt like I might fall apart.

So today, on this spooky, mysterious Friday the 13th, I want to say: Thank you, Maxine Wye Davis, for loving me. I am one incredibly blessed mommy.

With light, love, and a little bit of puppy magic, Karen

Source: The Heart of My Healing: A Love Letter to My Fur Baby