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The Waiting Game
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The Waiting Game |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA 
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We might have to put Hobbes down But we won't know for sure until we get the call at 2 or 3 Me and momma are so sick We worry about what we have to do This would make you sick to I cry everytime I look at him Because I know what we might have to do to my kitty We feel real cruddy But it might be the best for him Cold hands means a warm heart |
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GhostWriter_6 Member
since 2001-09-03
Posts 237??Amityville?? |
im sorry to hear about your cat.. but sometimes life takes those akward turns.. i wish you the best.. |
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sodpossom Senior Member
since 2001-06-15
Posts 723N.C |
Very sad!! |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
 hugs and tears |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(big hugggsssssss of sympathy) Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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