On a much more somber note, I found out over the weekend that my big, beautiful Great Dane has cancer. Those that know me well, know that I love animals. Particularly, my animals. My dog (Molly) and my cat (Nixon) hold a very special place that is near and dear to my heart and I treat them just like family. She has been given roughly three to eight months to live and she is only five years old (about 50, in dog years). While I will enjoy the time that we have left together, I know that there is going to be a tremendous void when she is gone. Since she was a puppy, whenever I come home, she has met me at the door with nothing but shear delight. I look forward to those greetings everyday and even more so now. She has provided me with and endless amount of joy and I will miss her deeply, when she is gone.
Flatulent Fuzz
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Mom told me about Molly's condition. I'm sorry to hear that.
My condolences.
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