I know this is my third comment on this entry, but I want to post another one.
I didn't read your last entry when you first posted it. In fact, I really haven't been on livejournal unless it's to bitch about my love life (as I often do in an esoteric manner and apologize for). Even though I know we don't really talk anymore and the last time I saw you was when I was running by Foothill, you always can talk to me. You've always been there to offer me what little solace you could through my vague entries and I've never forgotten that. It really is selfish of me to not've looked at your livejournal, even if that sounds stupid. Livejournal for me has always been a place to write about things I'm not comfortable bringing up around friends and after reading your last entry, I know that to a certain extent that is what livejournal is for you and for all of us. I'm sorry that Shadow isn't doing well and every bit of advice I could've offered is in what this Mr. Geib fellow said. My dog died when I was in kindergarten and I still remember it. I think I took my dog's death harder than I took my grandma's death and I think I know why. My dog, Tucker, was always there. When mom and dad were doing something else I could always be with Tucker. As a kindergartener, attention is the only thing you want and as you get older dogs are still the closest thing to a truly unconditional friend/love we can get.
I'm sorry I'm not eloquent with words and that my grammar isn't the greatest but if there was anyway to let you know that I'm grateful to've known you and that I'm sorry your dog isn't doing so well, just know that this has been my way of saying it.
Losing a friend is always hard. Especially when you've had good times with them, and connect with them in a unique way. I'm very sorry to hear about your loss, no matter how long ago it was. We never truly get over these things.
It's glad to know you're out there though. I often want to see you but I always seem to have trouble contacting you. With my job and some other odd changes in my life, my mind has been a little off.
In the words of the cool kids these days, "hit me up." I always want to make you do that intense laugh where you snort and then can't breathe. I LIVE for it. 0_0
I didn't read your last entry when you first posted it. In fact, I really haven't been on livejournal unless it's to bitch about my love life (as I often do in an esoteric manner and apologize for). Even though I know we don't really talk anymore and the last time I saw you was when I was running by Foothill, you always can talk to me. You've always been there to offer me what little solace you could through my vague entries and I've never forgotten that. It really is selfish of me to not've looked at your livejournal, even if that sounds stupid. Livejournal for me has always been a place to write about things I'm not comfortable bringing up around friends and after reading your last entry, I know that to a certain extent that is what livejournal is for you and for all of us. I'm sorry that Shadow isn't doing well and every bit of advice I could've offered is in what this Mr. Geib fellow said. My dog died when I was in kindergarten and I still remember it. I think I took my dog's death harder than I took my grandma's death and I think I know why. My dog, Tucker, was always there. When mom and dad were doing something else I could always be with Tucker. As a kindergartener, attention is the only thing you want and as you get older dogs are still the closest thing to a truly unconditional friend/love we can get.
I'm sorry I'm not eloquent with words and that my grammar isn't the greatest but if there was anyway to let you know that I'm grateful to've known you and that I'm sorry your dog isn't doing so well, just know that this has been my way of saying it.
Always,
Alyssa
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Losing a friend is always hard. Especially when you've had good times with them, and connect with them in a unique way. I'm very sorry to hear about your loss, no matter how long ago it was. We never truly get over these things.
It's glad to know you're out there though. I often want to see you but I always seem to have trouble contacting you. With my job and some other odd changes in my life, my mind has been a little off.
In the words of the cool kids these days, "hit me up." I always want to make you do that intense laugh where you snort and then can't breathe. I LIVE for it. 0_0
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