I'm having a hard time playing today.
Every song I play makes me cry.
Normally, playing is like prozac that seeps from the piano through my fingers and takes away emotional distress.
Not today.
Every word I sing, every melody I play is making me cry.
Pathetic Puppy is probably not going to make it.
She is in renal failure. Her blood is at less than 7% in her body.
We've given her some stuff to piddle like crazy and try to flush her out, but honesty, renal failure can't be reversed.
She's so heartbreaking.
When Papi and I first saw her, she had a hole in her head and had just lost an eye.
She's had a lump grow in that eye after we healed the hole in her head.
Every medicine we give her to help with the ticks has her puking and she's definitely the runt.
She's only a year old, and the little woeful girl is more than likely on her way out.
I was alone when I spoke to Dr. Bob this morning.
I only had Dominican Daddy to talk to about my sad news, and when I told him, he looked like he might cry.
Later, Housemaid told us that he's grieving because she was his favourite dog.
I have to say, she was my favourite too.
You can't help but make her your favourite.
She's so pitiful.
I always go for the underdog.
My heart is very heavy and I can't stop holding her.
Normally, playing would take away the pain.
Not today.
It's pulling every tear out of me and making it hard to continue.
I'll try to play again tomorrow, I suppose.
Or perhaps I'll only work on some chord progressions.
That will keep me from listening to words in a song.
It's the words and melody that get me.
Every song had something that I could relate to this little girl.
She's going to be with the angels soon.
They're so lucky to have her.
We were so fortunate to be the people to have her in our life.
How lucky we have been!
She was only granted one year of life, and we got to spend it with her.
Still, I'm so sad.
I know the angels will allow her to visit us. I know, but I'll never get to hold her skinny little muzzle with that underbite.
Her one soulful eye will never be able to sway me into letting her have my seat in the La-Z-Boy while I suffer on a wooden chair.
She will soon be only a memory.
Soon, she will be a spirit and I'm sure she'll be taken care of by all of those before who have left and taken a piece of our hearts with them.
I'll hold you until you go, little girl.
Every song I play makes me cry.
Normally, playing is like prozac that seeps from the piano through my fingers and takes away emotional distress.
Not today.
Every word I sing, every melody I play is making me cry.
Pathetic Puppy is probably not going to make it.
She is in renal failure. Her blood is at less than 7% in her body.
We've given her some stuff to piddle like crazy and try to flush her out, but honesty, renal failure can't be reversed.
She's so heartbreaking.
When Papi and I first saw her, she had a hole in her head and had just lost an eye.
She's had a lump grow in that eye after we healed the hole in her head.
Every medicine we give her to help with the ticks has her puking and she's definitely the runt.
She's only a year old, and the little woeful girl is more than likely on her way out.
I was alone when I spoke to Dr. Bob this morning.
I only had Dominican Daddy to talk to about my sad news, and when I told him, he looked like he might cry.
Later, Housemaid told us that he's grieving because she was his favourite dog.
I have to say, she was my favourite too.
You can't help but make her your favourite.
She's so pitiful.
I always go for the underdog.
My heart is very heavy and I can't stop holding her.
Normally, playing would take away the pain.
Not today.
It's pulling every tear out of me and making it hard to continue.
I'll try to play again tomorrow, I suppose.
Or perhaps I'll only work on some chord progressions.
That will keep me from listening to words in a song.
It's the words and melody that get me.
Every song had something that I could relate to this little girl.
She's going to be with the angels soon.
They're so lucky to have her.
We were so fortunate to be the people to have her in our life.
How lucky we have been!
She was only granted one year of life, and we got to spend it with her.
Still, I'm so sad.
I know the angels will allow her to visit us. I know, but I'll never get to hold her skinny little muzzle with that underbite.
Her one soulful eye will never be able to sway me into letting her have my seat in the La-Z-Boy while I suffer on a wooden chair.
She will soon be only a memory.
Soon, she will be a spirit and I'm sure she'll be taken care of by all of those before who have left and taken a piece of our hearts with them.
I'll hold you until you go, little girl.
i embrace the rhythm and the flowing of my own heart
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