What a sad story, I am so sorry, just so sorry.
I always wanted a dog, but I could never have one, then I wanted a little
monkey, then a parrot, then a dog, a dog, a dog. I spoke to my invisible
dog, as I spoke to my angel. As I could see Santa Claus, I think it all
happened because I couldn't have a dog.
My friend in Argentina - I haven't seen in ages, and I can't even remember
how she looks, is sending me the pics of her dog! Not one of her, only of
her dog, as a puppet, a little bigger, and so and such...
From: "Rebecca Seiferle" <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Friday, January 14, 2005 8:16 PM
> Oh, no, I'm sorry, I never saw my dog again after that first time we left
her out in
> the country, when I saw her take off running and knew that she would come
> back. The next morning I woke up and went to school as usual and then
> wondered for days and days why she never came back. For she came back
> during the night while us kids were sleeping and many times, from these
> where she was leftout in the country, from the animal control people from
> whom she escaped, but the last time she came back the animal control
> came and retrieved her again, and from that she never came back. And I
> know anything about this until months later, when my mother confessed how
> my dog had come back over and over again and how guilty she felt about it,
> hoping I guess that I'd forgive her, which I've never been able to do.
> basically I knew that the reason my dog Sam didn't come back was because
> was dead and it's one thing to forgive whatever has been done to oneself,
> another to forgive the death of some other living being, so it's just a
> I'm sorry,