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And I'm just depressed. His name was Bean and he was old, but we'd managed to bring him back from sickness a number of times to his little grouchy self (he was a toy fox terrier who thought he was a rottweiler) and the day before he was fine. That night into morning he had a bad seizure and he passed in my bed with me holding him (of course not after ####ting all over it so my mattress and I needed a good cleaning). But after months of intensely caring for him at times, now I'm just kinda empty.
Bleh sorry to dump, but it's 2am and sleeping pills aren't working.
Bleh sorry to dump, but it's 2am and sleeping pills aren't working.