Wednesday, April 03, 2002
Why is it that bad news never comes on a bad day, but, rather, charges in to wreck your mind and leave your emotions in shattered pieces? My dog has cancer. Cancer? Many would fail to see the significance of a dying pet, many will never see any reason to get upset over a dog. My dog is NOT a pet, my dog is a member of my family. I should have played with her more, I should have brushed her a little longer, I should have given her the extra treat, or taken the longer walk, or petted her just a few more times. Words cannot express my pain. I am devastated.
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