This morning I lost my best friend to cancer. He couldn’t talk to me about it. He didn’t often complain at all, but he would sit with me &, towards the end would, cry softly - & yet never ask for a thing. He was always there for me first. Never himself. He always sat beside me, or rested his head on my shoulder or lap, & never judged me while
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Rest in peace, Ozzie. (and give my two angel kitties a good chasing up in pet heaven--they'll just *love* that *smirk*).
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