I've had some whiskey, and I've been thinkin'.
– December 21, 2007
My dog is dead.
My father called to tell me this afternoon. She didn’t suffer. He said he held her in his arms and said goodbye, and that it was a good thing.
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You’re in my thoughts.
I’m so sorry.
I remember you talking about her.
Losing a beloved animal friend is always hard, even – and especially – if you don’t often see them.
Having lost two extremely affectionate and loving cats, I can imagine how you feel. I hope that you’re still able to celebrate your holiday season without too much sadness, Jorm.
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