When a.et is.sufferring,,
Meds are given to improve the quality of live,
No pain is an improvement to deep throbbing to your core pain,
What does it matter in the scheme of things?
Nothing!
To be without throbbing deep pain that is the blessing,
We would do it or our cat and dog,
In a New York Minute,,
I believe the spirit is set free at death,
Yet those in pain are made to suffer with no rekeasr!
My friend is sure her children rather her dead,
Her crime!
Working her tail off so there was a roof over their heads,
Her moms reabiliating from a fall,
My friend believes her eighty eight year òld old mom would better off with her dead.
I don’t want her to go,
Last June she told me this crap,
She goes to a job she hates,
Lives in a dive,
Her twenty-eight year old daughter hates her,
I met the daughter, I was not impressed,
I have Penny’s cats and her bird,
I think I should tend to selling books,
Writting,
And having a good cat and in time other animal rescue ,
But its hard not to care.
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Val Whitewolf 