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i can't help but think about how difficult today is, while i watch him sleep. his chest rising and falling as his lungs inflate with air and empty out, inside the ribcage that shields an organ larger than his brain (his heart). i'm going to miss so much of this. each time i've let him out of the crate since the decision has been made, watching him go crazy when he sees me--his tail whipping around, his cries, his little front legs trying to jump up on me--makes my heart feel thousands of times heavier than ever. the tears race down my face as i greet him. how could i do this to someone so innocent and gentle, unaware although appreciative of the second life he's been given.
"this is ours."
"this is ours."