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Sunday was my youngest daughter's birthday. She turns 23. She hurts often on her b'day because our family friend Maria Giron passed away from cancer on this day. And yesterday, my companion and beastie bestie died. Michelle, the most perfect dog on the face of the planet, the most awesome buddy ever, the greatest dog in the world, died in my arms. She was suffering and sick and there wasn't enough money or any thing possible to be done to improve her quality of life. It was sudden and really gross and wrenching.
My Michelle is gone. I swear I thought she and I would go on together for a bit longer (oh, like, forever).
I feel defeated.
My Michelle is gone. I swear I thought she and I would go on together for a bit longer (oh, like, forever).
I feel defeated.