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May. 24th, 2008 08:53 am
The deed has been done. Chance is asleep.
I have been crying since I got home yesterday, and I still don't know if the hurt will ever go away.
God, why did you have to make dogs, the one animal that seems totally capable of unconditional love, live so shortly? It's not fair.
