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I wrote a nice long journal entry and then deleted it. Nothing, NOTHING, can explain how I feel right now.
We're on deathwatch.
That day I've been dreading for the past year, and for the past 3 months, is almost here.
Evita is dying.
She is dying in front of my eyes. Every hour she worsens more. She could walk earlier today. She can't anymore. She can barely lift her head up.
She has been SUCH a huge immense part of our life. I, I just can't imagine life here without her. I'm loosing one of my own. And all I can do, all we can do, is pet her head, and hold her, and tell her how much we love her. Over. And over. And over again.
We're on deathwatch.
That day I've been dreading for the past year, and for the past 3 months, is almost here.
Evita is dying.
She is dying in front of my eyes. Every hour she worsens more. She could walk earlier today. She can't anymore. She can barely lift her head up.
She has been SUCH a huge immense part of our life. I, I just can't imagine life here without her. I'm loosing one of my own. And all I can do, all we can do, is pet her head, and hold her, and tell her how much we love her. Over. And over. And over again.