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Ton of Bricks

2004-12-08 & 10:03 p.m.


I am still sad about Pooh but I am really glad that things went down the way that they did. I think that Charlie knew that I would never ever be ready to let go of him. That was a decision that I would never been able to make. I could never have signed something that put him to sleep. He knew this. He let go for me and I know it.

I was ready. But I was ready for it in the next 6 months. I wasn't ready for it yesterday. He was so healthy up until the end. He was so happy and playful and full of it. He was eating and funny and cute. There was never a moment of sickness or pain. I am so thankful for that. I am so thankful that he wasn't hooked up to machines, that he never lost his appetite or was wasting away. He was full of life and a frisky crabby old man. That is why it hit me like a ton of bricks.


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