drew wrote this. and i love it.
it made me weep. but it's amazing.
Monday, May 3, 2010
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While I actually do have something really awesome and exciting to write about, it's kind of ruined by the huge, terrible, heart-breaking thing that's happening.
I love him too much to have to say goodbye, which is exactly what I had to do this morning.
As I write this and look at his happy face in photos, my eyes prick with tears and the back of my throat feels tight. I feel like my heart breaks every time I think of it, of him, and of what happened, what will happen on Thursday.
This morning, I put my face next to his and cried. I squeezed his black and white paws, all four of them, one at a time, and wept into his soft black coat. He didn't know why I was so sad, but I figure that's for the best. I can't bear the thought of him knowing what is to come. He sat up proudly, and I rubbed his white chest because I know how much he likes that. He leaned his head into my neck, as if to say, Don't cry, Kate, I love you too much! and I just held on for couple minutes and let my tears fall, forgetting all about the fact that I had just done my make up for work. I whispered, "I love you" over and over, and I told him I was so sorry.
I hope that's enough.
He was always so much more than just our pet. I loved him so dearly. Still do.
And that's why my heart hurts.
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I love him too much to have to say goodbye, which is exactly what I had to do this morning.
As I write this and look at his happy face in photos, my eyes prick with tears and the back of my throat feels tight. I feel like my heart breaks every time I think of it, of him, and of what happened, what will happen on Thursday.
This morning, I put my face next to his and cried. I squeezed his black and white paws, all four of them, one at a time, and wept into his soft black coat. He didn't know why I was so sad, but I figure that's for the best. I can't bear the thought of him knowing what is to come. He sat up proudly, and I rubbed his white chest because I know how much he likes that. He leaned his head into my neck, as if to say, Don't cry, Kate, I love you too much! and I just held on for couple minutes and let my tears fall, forgetting all about the fact that I had just done my make up for work. I whispered, "I love you" over and over, and I told him I was so sorry.
I hope that's enough.
He was always so much more than just our pet. I loved him so dearly. Still do.
And that's why my heart hurts.
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