there’s a silver lining forming over my hair follicle
but maybe it’s the way light presents itself over my sorrow
like disappearing chronicles
wasting tears on what i probably should
but there are things i never understood…

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postscript: i wanted to keep going, but the dog is disruptive to my existence. the good doctor said my quality of life is just as important, and i told her i don’t want to die for my dog.

i’ve been unloading on the neighbors, they have all said they understood

finally exchanged names with the neighbor two doors down, he said whatever decision is made is the right one

but he also said he waited too late for his soul dog

i kept mentioning awful things like “expenses” and he said his friend dumped 15k into a few more months

and i’m just like “i want my life back” but there is a lot of soul crushing guilt for that – but the good doctor explained it can feel like murder, but that it is an act of mercy, an act of love.

it can be hard to watch them turn blue and suffer

she mentioned mine had dementia

the only thing he likes to do is eat

but we did a quality of life scale test and it is time

it will cost me $1005 to cut the cord

to give him his good day

all my life Boomers spent at most $300 to do it all (euthanasia plus ashes)

but they are gutting us – and i will never get another dog again

all the boomers will be gone by the 60s

hope i live to see it

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p.s.s. if you don’t know what i am rambling on about, i had to schedule my dog to cross the rainbow bridge, and as such, some silver is forming potentially

hard to see through all the rain and crying

CONSEQUENCE

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i always felt like i would die losing my dog and now i am losing my dog and my ride or die

and my Jeep too

95% is soon 99%

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sometimes i fear for my future

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but i wanna move with the clouds?

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