Where, O Death is Thy Sting, Where Thy Victory?
The Mourning of Sitsy
By Mary Watterson, Fort Collins Pet Sitter & Dog Walker
Life is ironic.
Some people’s “fate” as it were, is mapped out at a very young age. We recall Billy Jean King’s chubby little legs, taut little racquet and determined little face when she first stormed the country at the Junior-Infant Tennis Cup. Her little swing, her little step, even her little foot faults, all foreshadowed a certain greatness. Simply put, her destiny was sealed.
Not so with me. (Read More)