My poodle, Spunky, died Christmas before last and I have been empty ever since. My baby was 14 years old and had stopped eating so I had to put him asleep. If a friend of might hadn't kept me sidated for those first couple days, I truelly believe I would have literly died of a broken heart. Spunky saved my life on many horrable ocassions in my life. It is truelly a marical that I made it threw and without him I would have been dead a long time ago. What am I going to do when something else tries to kill me. I am going to be pushes over the edge and there will be no return. Some of you must think I am rediculas and that is OK, but the fact still remain. I will only be happy if I get another dog. I am so unhappy. I am so alone. I hate living. I am in the dark. I want to be happy. I need to be loved uncondisionally. I work hard and I do great in college. I am a good person, my mother is making me bitter. I beg of you to help me. Email her at judyajudy@yahoo.com, please make sure 2 be nice
2006-08-24
10:17:22
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