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I hate it when the world goes dark and it boils down to someone kicking the plug out of the wall. :rolleyes:
 
Sometimes, I wish I didn't live in my body. I wish I could turn off part of my brain and just simply exist. *sigh*
 
Some of the initial post-mortem findings are consistent with what I know of Valley Fever, but, well, we just don't know. Or I should say, they just don't know yet. My father and my sister just had her cat put down today. She'd been sick for awhile. *cries softly*

Sometimes, I wish I didn't live in my body. I wish I could turn off part of my brain and just simply exist. *sigh*

* Hugs * :rose:
 
I wonder sometimes if writing is a way of remembering or a way of forgetting. Lately, as I put the words on the page, it feels like an exorcism of old ghosts. When I've put them on the page, they no longer exist in my heart. Or do they?
 
I wonder sometimes if writing is a way of remembering or a way of forgetting. Lately, as I put the words on the page, it feels like an exorcism of old ghosts. When I've put them on the page, they no longer exist in my heart. Or do they?

I think that could have just as easily been its own topic.
 
My sister sent out pics of Meesha's last day...in a couple of them she actually looks okay, happy even. But one of those pics is when she's sitting on the table at the vet's office just before they put her down...did she know? Did she know her suffering was going to be over soon? Or was she happy because she was with people she loved and trusted to care for her, people she knew would never harm her? What goes through the mind of a pet in those last moments at the vet's office, before they close their eyes forever? Relief? Betrayal? Thanks? One last flush of adoration for their owners? A combination? Nothing at all? *sobbing*
 
My sister sent out pics of Meesha's last day...in a couple of them she actually looks okay, happy even. But one of those pics is when she's sitting on the table at the vet's office just before they put her down...did she know? Did she know her suffering was going to be over soon? Or was she happy because she was with people she loved and trusted to care for her, people she knew would never harm her? What goes through the mind of a pet in those last moments at the vet's office, before they close their eyes forever? Relief? Betrayal? Thanks? One last flush of adoration for their owners? A combination? Nothing at all? *sobbing*

I believe it's what always seems to communicate itself through their purring and their wagging tales, "I love you and I trust you. I know you will do what is best for me, even if it's the hardest thing you ever have to do."

*hugs* :rose:
 
My sister sent out pics of Meesha's last day...in a couple of them she actually looks okay, happy even. But one of those pics is when she's sitting on the table at the vet's office just before they put her down...did she know? Did she know her suffering was going to be over soon? Or was she happy because she was with people she loved and trusted to care for her, people she knew would never harm her? What goes through the mind of a pet in those last moments at the vet's office, before they close their eyes forever? Relief? Betrayal? Thanks? One last flush of adoration for their owners? A combination? Nothing at all? *sobbing*

* Hugs * :rose:

I know cases were it was obvious they showed their love for their owner in their last moments. I'm sure she understood and agreed.

:rose:
 
My legs really want to be moving about instead of sitting still today. Too bad I don't have anything active scheduled for the afternoon or evening, and my right leg is in a bad way anyway, restricting me from doing much in the first place.
 
I believe it's what always seems to communicate itself through their purring and their wagging tales, "I love you and I trust you. I know you will do what is best for me, even if it's the hardest thing you ever have to do."

*hugs* :rose:

* Hugs * :rose:

I know cases were it was obvious they showed their love for their owner in their last moments. I'm sure she understood and agreed.

:rose:

Thanks. *hugs back*



Blurt: WHYYYY will that text message not go through?!?!
 
It must have finally gone through. I didn't get the phone call I was praying I wouldn't get.
 
My son's little league, where I coached for so many years, is going to the US Finals on Sat. Kids I coached or coached against will be playing on ABC.

I'm giddy. This is so freakin' cool!
 
I have this interesting burn on my hand. I got it when I accidentally spilt boiling water onto it while holding a cup (into which I was pouring the boiling water). It's mottled red with dashes of burgundy; it almost just looks like I haven't washed in a while –either that, or a bruise. It suits me, as do all my scars; both internal and external.

On an unrelated note, why does the comment, "I've heard a lot about you," make me nervous?
 
I have this interesting burn on my hand. I got it when I accidentally spilt boiling water onto it while holding a cup (into which I was pouring the boiling water). It's mottled red with dashes of burgundy; it almost just looks like I haven't washed in a while –either that, or a bruise. It suits me, as do all my scars; both internal and external.

On an unrelated note, why does the comment, "I've heard a lot about you," make me nervous?

McK !!!!!!!

*Leapingflyingtacklehugs*

:rose::kiss::heart:

You've got to find a better tree with wifi. ;):D
 
How much more sadness must I endure? I did not think that I could possibly bear anymore, but yet more comes and more comes and I feel that I will crumble.....
 
How much more sadness must I endure? I did not think that I could possibly bear anymore, but yet more comes and more comes and I feel that I will crumble.....

Let me hold you until times of light, sit next to me and we will face it together we are here and we are near :heart::kiss::rose:
 
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