Panda
(do not use, print, or copy any part of this post as yours) Dad oh, Dad my puppy Panda has died. I feel so lost without her, I had her for 15 years. You remember how hard it always is on me to lose a pet. My heart is completely broken. I don't know how to move on, how to live without her. She was the sole of my days and the joy in each morning. I tell everyone I'm fine - but I am not. I cry way too much. Every day is lost in the memory of her. Someone told me to write about her, I wrote this: When Panda's little paws no longer bump down the hallway with me at night to go to ni-night. She no longer warms her half of my queen-sized bed. She is everywhere, in every room: a shallow grass basket sits conspicuously on the floor by the TV stand, filled to overflowing with small brightly colored squeaky toys that Panda loved and played with. Some of the toys lay scattered over the floor waiting for her return. Medications that had become a controlling part of every day f...
