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I watched her die
For two years
Knowing -- knowing
That it was cancer
I was told
Two years ago
She has watched me
Grow and learn
Happy to see me
A smile on her face
We tried surgery
Finally in the end
We tried no more
And let her die
In my arms.
She has been my companion
For 12 years
Just been there
She was my loving dog, who cared for me.
Lucy RIP 8/1/2013
PE: 5 reasons to believe in yourselfSuccess is not a measure of how much money you earn or how popular you are, rather, it is being able to find your passion - one that makes you happy and ultimately, one that you would be happy to leave as your legacy. To make a step forward to reach your dream takes smarts and guts but why couldn't you? Here is five reasons why you can.
1. Everyone was born equal
More-less, this is true, some people are born more challenged than others but we all possess skills and ability to learn. It is possible to build something out of nothing if we really want to. It all comes down to our preferences and decisions.
"Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent."
2. Overcoming your fears
By constantly challenging yourself, you can get rid of fears that used to follow you. You will no longer be worried, you'll know you can count on yourself.
"If you think you can, you can. If you think you can't, you're right."
Dogs, Cats and Cake PopsI love animals. It's Time I help 'em.
As most of you know, I like to do charity work!
It's fun, challenging and so, so rewarding.
I encourage anyone to take a couple minutes and
help a cause. Just drop a couple coins in a donation
I Started up a kickstarter for a plan to make
cakepops for a local animal shelter to sell
and gain some new business and income
for the animals.
When I adopt my dog, I'll remember
how grateful we are for each other.
I'm going to adopt a small dog when he
becomes available. The Willster and I
are going to visit the old folks and cheer
them up with the dog.
Check out the site, if nothing else, to see some
cute dogs. http://www.indiegogo.com/COLARS/x/2237930?show_todos=true
Even a donation of $1 would help so much!
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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