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.
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