Bringing this one back.
I’ve been reading my old posts. It’s weird. I feel like I connect with each and every one of them, but it doesn’t feel like I wrote them. It’s neat. And sentimental. And emotional.
I have Covid now and am staying quarantined, so have a lot of time to read and reflect. I feel okay, a bit nostalgic of lonelier, quieter, different times.
This is the first time I’ve heard of his term. Feels a lot like what I experienced.
This is a nice song. :)
Love, Victor - 3x01
Well this stabbed me right in the chest and brought back almost decade old trauma. 😭
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Maggie is 16! Words cannot express how much I love this dog, and how grateful I am for each and every day I have with her and her beautiful soul. ❤️🥰🐶Seriously, I love her so fucking much. I never thought she’d live this long, but she did, and I am so glad I’ve had so much time and shared so much love and happiness with her.
It breaks my heart knowing she is on borrowed time and one day I will have to be the one to stop her heart. I know when the time comes it will be a gift to her, and her pain will end but will become my pain and my grief. It will be selfless, a way of thanking her for all the love and joy she brought to my life. But just the thought of it makes me feel nauseous. I put dogs down and end suffering almost every day, and it’s sad but so easy to distance myself from it. Watching my girl age and nursing her through her mid-teens, arthritis and kidney disease is humbling and helps me put myself in the shoes of my clients. But FUCK the thought of losing her hurts so much. She is my rock and my best friend. My heart dog.
Here’s hoping she stays happy and healthy enough to celebrate a 17th birthday! 🤞🏼
I love you, Maggie girl. Happy birthday!!!!! 🎁🎂🎉🎈❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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