Its 11pm I'm alone.
Andy is off working its his job to go away , he feels bad but I quite enjoy being alone.
Although I do enjoy him being here.
Everything is so quiet.
I don't talk much when I'm alone but I think of the strangest things.
Like how to make a coat/jumper in pink for eve.
A scarf for Jordy A mini album for Andy I design away in my head but I never do them .
WHY ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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I don't know
Strange
I must get a different attitude
I must do not just yhink
but I'm scared
don't know of what ??????????????????????????????????
WHY ???????????????????????
I MUST WORK THIS OUT
Monday 22 April 2013
Sunday 21 April 2013
GOODBYE SWEET BOY
Wednesday 10th April 2013 My dearset friend Bracken big black puppy died outside the backdoor.
I woke that morning like almost every other day said good morning to all and watched t.v. got ready to go for a massage like I do every wednesday bracken was sunning himself at the backdoor I leaned down and kissed his big furry head and told him "to keep an eye on the cats I'd be home soon" They where the last words I ever said to him.
I drove to Kayes dropped off Lucy to play with harley (her dog) and drove to get my massage in fine spirits. Not knowning my big black Angel was leaving me.
After ther massage I drove back to Kaye and stayed for a Coffee drove home on the way I stopped at the bank (NAB) to sort out some bills . I then drove home still in a fine mood I walked into the house and called out "Bracken" no answer no big furry smiling face so I walked to the back door I thought he was asleep but he was dead. I touched him and knew he was gone, I walked out drove to the safeway and went to the chemist my mind wouldn't work I broke down in the chemist and I cryed alot drove home and just sat on the backdoor step staring at Bracken and cryed an ocean my heart was broken after quite awhile I covered him with a red blanket and got the fly spray to kill all the flys that were crawling over my sweetheart I did this serval times then I rang Andy and told him the aweful news and cryed again I sat in the lounge my mind would not accept his passing so I went serval times and pulled back the blanket praying he was alright but he was still dead
When Andy finally got home we buried him in the front yard.
I have lost my dear friend, my smily boy and I dont know what I will do without him.
I cling to Andy
I woke that morning like almost every other day said good morning to all and watched t.v. got ready to go for a massage like I do every wednesday bracken was sunning himself at the backdoor I leaned down and kissed his big furry head and told him "to keep an eye on the cats I'd be home soon" They where the last words I ever said to him.
I drove to Kayes dropped off Lucy to play with harley (her dog) and drove to get my massage in fine spirits. Not knowning my big black Angel was leaving me.
After ther massage I drove back to Kaye and stayed for a Coffee drove home on the way I stopped at the bank (NAB) to sort out some bills . I then drove home still in a fine mood I walked into the house and called out "Bracken" no answer no big furry smiling face so I walked to the back door I thought he was asleep but he was dead. I touched him and knew he was gone, I walked out drove to the safeway and went to the chemist my mind wouldn't work I broke down in the chemist and I cryed alot drove home and just sat on the backdoor step staring at Bracken and cryed an ocean my heart was broken after quite awhile I covered him with a red blanket and got the fly spray to kill all the flys that were crawling over my sweetheart I did this serval times then I rang Andy and told him the aweful news and cryed again I sat in the lounge my mind would not accept his passing so I went serval times and pulled back the blanket praying he was alright but he was still dead
When Andy finally got home we buried him in the front yard.
I have lost my dear friend, my smily boy and I dont know what I will do without him.
I cling to Andy
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