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hermeticdog) wrote2009-07-28 05:21 pm
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Back from the vet.
Prognosis: Aggressive fibrosarcoma.
Tango is dying.
And, in a way, so is a part of my soul.
I can count all the times on one hand I've ever allowed myself to cry, and right now I'm crying so hard I can barely breathe.
Too soon. Too fucking soon.
Tango is dying.
And, in a way, so is a part of my soul.
I can count all the times on one hand I've ever allowed myself to cry, and right now I'm crying so hard I can barely breathe.
Too soon. Too fucking soon.
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The Herald's Lament, by Mercedes Lackey
A hand to help along the road, a laugh to lighten any load,
A place to bring a burdened heart, or ease the pain of sorrow's dart.
Who willing shares in joy or tears, and helps to ease the darkest fears,
Or my soul like his own defends, and all because he was my friend.
No grave can hold so free a soul, I feel him in the frisking foal,
I hear him laugh upon the breeze, that stirs the very tops of trees.
He soars with falcons on the wing, he is the song that night birds sing,
Death would never dare him captive keep, he lies not there, he does not sleep.
He was just here and now is gone, and I in silence linger on.
How bleak the future now has grown, since I must face it all alone,
My road is weary, dark and steep, and it is for myself I weep.
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The tattoo is of my Kalika, who I lost almost 3 years ago. She was a dear friend and familiar, I nkow what it's like to lose that, and my heart goes out to you.
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