What's a dog? A bit of animated fluff on a string upon which you lavish love. So much love.
Oh the void, the presence of death hanging in the atmosphere of this house. I have to get out. I am imprisoned in misery, engulfed in grief. I cannot function properly. My head aches as though it has an axe sticking through half my brain. 16 hours sleep a day still isn't enough. I want my dog. He has gone. I loved him so much and he loved me back. I cry all the time. I need to do something else, go somewhere else. I will walk to the sea. I will walk back. There will be no dog to greet me on my return. There was a dead pigeon on the path. How did it die? I was supposed to move it; I didn't. Something has dragged it away in the night. I now feel remiss for being unable to perform the most mundane task but I couldn't deal with any more death. I think it was too much for me. To be honest getting out of bed is too much for me. I might stay here all day. The duvet mops up the tears quite satisfactorily.
Oh the void, the presence of death hanging in the atmosphere of this house. I have to get out. I am imprisoned in misery, engulfed in grief. I cannot function properly. My head aches as though it has an axe sticking through half my brain. 16 hours sleep a day still isn't enough. I want my dog. He has gone. I loved him so much and he loved me back. I cry all the time. I need to do something else, go somewhere else. I will walk to the sea. I will walk back. There will be no dog to greet me on my return. There was a dead pigeon on the path. How did it die? I was supposed to move it; I didn't. Something has dragged it away in the night. I now feel remiss for being unable to perform the most mundane task but I couldn't deal with any more death. I think it was too much for me. To be honest getting out of bed is too much for me. I might stay here all day. The duvet mops up the tears quite satisfactorily.
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