A bright, cheery, and festive photograph that reminds me of my youth rolling skating to Oliva Newton John's Xanadu. Those were good times, but tonight I am not feeling so peppy. Miles, our dog, is dying from cancer. May be Chelsea senses it because she bit him today for no apparent reason. I spent the last 2.5 hours applying pressure to the wound. Spending several hundred dollars for the emergency vet just didn't seem appropriate given his diagnosis. Feeling guilty...exhausted...bleeding stopped...going to sleep.
- excuse the typos...posted via Windo's iPhone
I'm sorry to hear about miles and poor chels she must be feeling scared for miles. Feel better try to sleep.
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