The Meaning of Home

My home feels like warmth and freedom. Sometimes it feels cold and lonely because we had to put my 13-year-old dog, Liza. My family helped me through this terrible loss. We had to she was not feeling good. She was breaking down, but we still have our cat and our love for each other, which gives us warmth and a pure heart because our home is somewhere love emanates, bringing smiles to all friends and family who enter. While we are not perfect, we love each other with all our hearts. It is not just 4 walls and a roof; it is a living creature as unique as all of us, as unique as a snowflake or a fingerprint. It has a beating heart like everyone on this planet. It is somewhere I feel safe. It is somewhere my stuffies and books are, it is where I live and always want to live forever. I never ever want to leave!