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Stress on top of
Stress on top of stress,
FatDollyCat is practically falling apart before our very eyes,
The cancer is just eating her up from the inside out,
She looks like a scrawny garbage kitty, stinks horribly and is having trouble breathing.
And I cannot bring myself to take her in to be put down.
I am not even over Flaka's death yet, I just can't bring myself to do this again,
Not this week anyway.
She may die on her own, but I'll have no part of it myself, not right now.
Posted by Pischina at August 28, 2003 6:47 PM
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