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Är jag en sten eller är det som jag tror. Är det så som jag försöker bortförklara att det är. det som jag hela tiden förklarar bort, tänk så är det egentligen sanningen. nej det tror jag inte..
Jag gillar inte att behöva skriva detta men känns ändå som det behövs. Att jag ska behöva skriva att jag är ledsen. Men jag är sån att jag trycker bort alla dåliga känslor och låtsas som att det regnar. Jag gör det alltid när jag inte kan hantera något och det har funkat bra hittills. Att jag bara lallar på trots att någon jag älskar är borta. Det gör väldigt ont att tänka på och jag har gråtit min beskärda del av tårar. Men jag vill inte. Det värsta jag vet är att vara ledsen, att se mörkt, att känna smärta och ensamhet. Jag har fått gåvan att jag kan trycka av de känslorna om jag vill och jag gör det.
Jag vill inte egentligen behöva förklara för vänner eller i bloggen varför jag är precis som vanligt när allting är så fruktansvärt ovanligt. Men det beror helt enkelt på att jag vill inte vara olycklig. Jag fungerar sån och gör det i alla lägen då verkligheten är för tuff att orka med.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
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