I'm in bed, listening
There's a beautiful but tumoured dog with gentle eyes and soft fur lying at the foot of my bed, it's the first time she's sleeping here.
She is dying.
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
This mortal coil
I'm in bed, listening
There's a beautiful but tumoured dog with gentle eyes and soft fur lying at the foot of my bed, it's the first time she's sleeping here.
She is dying.
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I adore the rain....I've only ever lived in a wooden house, it can be magical, all the creeks and squeeks....and your tender heart shines brightly dear friend when talking of the dog<3
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