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This is a week late--it was supposed to be my Valentine's offering.

Now--I know it's really, really depressing for a Valentine's thing, but since it's about love--well, it seemed appropriate.

I really don't know how much explaining this needs.

EDIT: Ok, I do need to explain the captioning. Long story short, my very old and very beloved collie dog had to be put down while I was out of town. We found out that he was just full of cancer, and he was going downhill fast. When I left I'd just had this feeling that I was never going to see him again, so I said my goodbyes to him as if that were the case, and I am very, very glad that I did.

At any rate, It was really, really hard to be away when it happened. A torture and a mercy at the same time. After crying myself hoarse (I already had a cold) and trying all over again to understand why we have to experience grief, the words you see written in the above piece came to my mind.
(and a million thanks and <3s to my dear friend who had me not only sick as a dog but sobbing in her dorm room--having a friend who will cry with you when you cry is a precious blessing.)

Losing someone we love is the most horrifying, crushing feeling--it makes you feel like there will never be any light or happiness in the world again. The one thing about it, though, that makes the pain worth enduring, is the love the came before.

Shade and sweet water, my dearest collie, Skye.

Description
This is a week late--it was supposed to be my Valentine's offering.

Now--I know it's really, really depressing for a Valentine's thing, but since it's about love--well, it seemed appropriate.

I really don't know how much explaining this needs.

EDIT: Ok, I do need to explain the captioning. Long story short, my very old and very beloved collie dog had to be put down while I was out of town. We found out that he was just full of cancer, and he was going downhill fast. When I left I'd just had this feeling that I was never going to see him again, so I said my goodbyes to him as if that were the case, and I am very, very glad that I did.

At any rate, It was really, really hard to be away when it happened. A torture and a mercy at the same time. After crying myself hoarse (I already had a cold) and trying all over again to understand why we have to experience grief, the words you see written in the above piece came to my mind.
(and a million thanks and <3s to my dear friend who had me not only sick as a dog but sobbing in her dorm room--having a friend who will cry with you when you cry is a precious blessing.)

Losing someone we love is the most horrifying, crushing feeling--it makes you feel like there will never be any light or happiness in the world again. The one thing about it, though, that makes the pain worth enduring, is the love the came before.

Shade and sweet water, my dearest collie, Skye.