tonight I found a huge swollen mass on my old dog's stumach. I am just sick over this. Each day I struggle with the gods and goddesses, baring my teeth at them and telling them they shall not have her yet...they pity me and somehow so far, she lingers. And then today..this mass...
this battle gets harder.
it just means I must get meaner and fight harder...
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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