My dog is dying.
I keep a positive attitude, I swear I do. A million
prayers, healings and buckets of positive energy have gone out to him from
friends I don't even know, wonderful people who care about this stranger and
her dog, but I sit her daily and watch
him wither away, a beautiful animal turning to bones before my eyes.
I am a fixer and a healer myself. I could supply anecdotes
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