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August 16th 2005 5:47 pm
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Mom, I had to show up to you in a dream, to say I'm ok now. I have no disease, I'm not weak - in fact, I'm kind of chubby. I can run again, and it's not difficult for me to stand up like it was before. I'm totally recovered. Thou, I miss you, and I wish you could be here with me. Unfortunally, human beings and dogs are not supposed to live the same amount of time, so, I'll have to wait for you many years. But be sure I'll be here, as you were always there for me. I learned the best way of dying was trying to be kept alive, rounded by love. Thank you.
Miss you forever.
Glau
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