As I sit here feeling the cold breeze blowing, my fingers running threw coats of red fur with a face so gentile looking up towards me.

I imagine what coming back here in a few years will look like.
Would this old broken down stool still be here in the same position I leave it?
Or will everything I know it to be, be nothing but crumpled up dirt laying on the ground like nothing ever happened.

Will the hard work pay off in the end? Or will I abandon the only thing that has kept me going for the past four years.
I love to much, its my character.
Its my best and worst quality. I say worst because when you love to much you get hurt a lot.

These memories will forever stay in my heart.
May God take control, for he knows my fears and worries.