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Join Date: May 2009
Location: uk
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the days have passed quickly since you took your last walk
to your favourite place where we sat to talk. i miss you hiding behind a tree tail wagging which you thought i couldnt see jumping skipping through the field secretly hoping a rabbit would yield. running on..... racing ahead and then, stopping in your tracks......dead looking back checking to see if the person coming was really me. i miss all your silly eccentric ways and will remember them forever....... all my days. i loved you old girl i never thought we would part and now you have gone it has broken my heart and although ive now got a new friend id give a kings ransom to have you back agen Last edited by jeffers; 06-20-2009 at 12:55 AM. |
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Join Date: Nov 2008
Location: Oakville, ON., CANADA
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My Dear Friend,
This brought tears to my old eyes. How beautiful!! You certainly wrote from your heart!!! Hope each day brings you a little closer to finding some peace. Take care! Blessings, Joanne & Shadow |
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Join Date: May 2009
Location: uk
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yesterday wa s a terrible day. it is two months since the grand old lady went and theres not a day goes by that i dont think of her. she was a true loyal and faithful friend and i sometimes feel guilty that i didnt find other treatments till it was to late. she will be with me forever and i wish every one very good luck in dealing with this terrible cancer.
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Join Date: Nov 2008
Location: Oakville, ON., CANADA
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Dear Jeff,
I totally understand your tears and pain. I don't know if I will ever get over losing Benny and out of the blue I will find myself remembering something and crying my eyes out. When I think of him my heart beats a little faster and I can feel his presence and smell his sweet scent still. Nice to be able to come here and share. Everyone understands and nobody judges our feelings of loss. Blessings, Joanne |
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