Its always hard when bad news hits for real on April 1st. I remember when I was in high school.... our poodle, Tiffy, died in my arms on April 1st... I called my mom at work, completely destroyed trying to tell her Tiffy was gone and could she come home. She thought I was joking. Thankfully my boyfriend Don believed me, rushed over - we bundled Tiffy in his favorite blanket and he took him and buried him on his moms property. All these years later... funny how things can still hurt and feel fresh, in spite of the passing of time...
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 01:52:44 +0000
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