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In memory of a yellow-dog open

Goodbye, Giudy.
With you I lose a large slice of the heart.
not lose it forever, leaving it open, allowing it to slip into the other room, where I know there are those who waited a long time.

Judith has been with me for 10 years and a half. E'tanto time.
many joys, many sorrows, some minor, treatable with a walk, ice cream, cuddling a nap together, hugging, bigger ones. But
walk, ice cream and cuddles always worked.

now is a little more alone.
And I have a little fear.
But just because I do not feel his presence beside me.

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... day after day, incessantly, between me (and my few faithful allies, or supporters of ...) and the world.
an absurd world, rowing the other hand, more often than not without good reason, too often, the worst of reasons, the base money.
There's this thing that drives me crazy, this supplement aliemntare based inusitolo esafosfato , I should give Judith to help fight cancer ... A product in the U.S. and around the world is sold in supermarkets and is used by gym fans bodybuilding. Well, our glorious Ministry of Health decided that ' inusitolo esofosfato is outlawed in our great, mythical country of shit!
Why?
God knows!!

So here I am forced groped in the streets of the underground, finding myself in front of a simple solutions would be as absurd as the matter further.
The vet refuses to make the recipe with which I could take the product in the Vatican Pharmacy. Ditto the doctor.
A friend recommended to buy the product from someone on holiday in the U.S. or England, do unexpected transfer to a bottle let me send or take. And we're not talking
of explosive plasma! We're talking about a fucking molecule that exists naturally in quietly peanut !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What? ... Yes, I'm giving peanuts to my dog ...

And then to limit the rites of witchcraft to get the syrup aloe , working the dark, but at least Giudy like, if it tastes great. And on Monday we start with the shark cartilage .... Paradoxically

to Starmie neighbors are more people just met, please contact via the internet because they have had similar experiences to mine, or because they have the competence to do so. And with them is a swing between pain and hope, but all agree: Do not give up, not to hope Smet, do not stop believing, do not stop treating Judith, not because the statistics say that he must die.
Statistics do not wag their tails when they see that there is so mush coming.
The numbers do not look at you so when you wake up at night for an extra cuddle.
The percentages do not run behind the herons a chance of flying into the water, nor invite you to play with a bone in his mouth. Fuck You
numbers, percentages and statistics!
Fuck You "Chronicle of a Death Foretold"! A
think that if and when the time comes ...

I spoke yesterday with a girl whose dog had a hemangiosarcoma, as Giudy, and was carried to the spleen, as Giudy. And despite the opinion of the veterinarian (thumbs down) and facciccia of statistics, has lived happily for five years, then dying from other causes. O
Ginger, same pathology, edited fromto mistress with a holistic diet (which now follows that before ... not even Giudy eat badly, cmq) and supplements ... including the already mentioned inusitolo esafosfato dreaded by Our Ministry of Health.

thank all those who are present or absent, are close to me.
Judith needs a circle of positive energy, and even a happy thought turned to her (and me) helps!
and thank Monique His family, who live with me day after day this story, thank diosbios contriibuisce that to distract me at least a little ', with very light weights stories between the Nazis and Bolsheviks like thunder (! ), my irreplaceable deacissy
always present as a few other deities in my sky, Constance , always ready to help even the limits of legality (thanks, Vilja!) tkot that shows me that Miranda has never lost its Prince weir_wanderer and brother, my strange knights, serhin and other little girls of Hot Hogwarts. And the precious Frater, Barbara and Anne of Antba sull'aloe for their advice, Melissa and Anna 's ENPA , Mr. Emanuele happyhorse Carlo and the Shopping Dog, to Dr. Cristina Pederzoni, known only yesterday but that gave me a hope so great tales of his dog ...

Thanks to those who know me and who I have known recently. Thanks to those who believe in what I'm doing.
Please believe it, to keep believing, as I believe that I live for yourself, even if they are a damn atheist, but I trust enormously positive thinking! And Positive Thinking is never wasted, no matter what awaits us around the corner.

I love you and Judith

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Fight Of yellow dogs and other wonders ....

C is not easy to hold back the tears, despite the best intentions to be strong, places, and believe it, believe it until the end, because in the end we have not yet arrived .

My dog is sick.
My dog and yellow. Judith. This circumstance has befallen our quiet life with the violence of a storm in a flowery meadow, as a bowling ball against an array of unsuspecting pins. A bowling ball thrown with great skill ....

I pulled out all the paraphernalia of the case: faith, hope, love, positivity, and, as a weapon of Commons, the firm knowledge that if things had just gone wrong, my mother was always ready to welcome Judith the other side, in that world out of the world where dogs can eat all the yellow-cream they want without fear of fill and where there is no lipomas filariasis, Lesmana, cancer of the liver and spleen for the mothers to dogs-yellow.

Who knows why this weapon of Commons, now that I looms closer the possibility to use it, not I seem so effective. Today

worked Judith.
The operation went well, but what they have seen the doctors is not comforting. Nothing of course, be certain you have to wait for the results of histology, but yesterday I could say that if bearmi illusion of a 50/50, now I feel a po'ridimensionata.

nothing certain, I repeat.

it would have been even if I had been told that apparently it was all right, and that the spleen removed, the rest appears to be very oaspetto. It would have been even so, and, indeed, with a similar prediction, a negative result would later be even worse. So I hate

awhile feel so bad for not being able to leave room for hope after this call. Only yesterday I said that I had plenty of time for crying, rolling on the ground and give my head against the wall. Now a couple of the newspapers would soon get even, but only for the anger I feel toward myself for having already thrown in the towel. My dog is waking from anesthesia, is still with me, and I have no right to play 'whining' until a damn vet I do not look nelel eyeballs and I say: STOP , fine games, it will go. Let her go .
They did it with my mom, and I have not given up, even though I knew it would not last long, even if I knew that sooner or later sarebeb over, but it is not over as and when they told them. With
Shadowsong there was no room for doubt, neither time nor space to develop a single strategy: we lost overnight, not even 24 hours, no hope.

This is not the case.

is not the case with the yellow-dog, and I have no right to do so, dickhead that are nothing! ...
There are other roads.
There are other hopes.
And I try all, before throwing in the towel. I owe it to Giudy, and I owe it to myself.