So I'm having a little trouble sleeping due to the fact that I can't stop thinking about my little pups...
He's getting old and has had a nice long life, but it doesn't make the idea of his not being there one day any easier. Of course, then I start to think of what I would write about him when his day does come and ohhhh I'm getting old and I think with each passing year, much less salty (quite the opposite of what I believe is supposed to happen as you get older). Needless to say, my eyes are puffy.
Anyway, I guess I just needed to quickly get it off my chest and hopefully cure the bout of insomnia. If only I could find a way to turn my brain off for at least 7 hours...
PS: Oh mark, woe is me....
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Woe is me? Woe is us!
I'm sad just reading this post :(
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