I'm just not doing very well today. The finality of it has really hit me. I've realized that he's never coming home. I'm never going to walk out the back door, pick an apple off the tree and feed it to him ever again. After thirteen years and bouncing back from dozens upon dozens of colicks, even surgery, he's really gone. My heart is
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