After a wonderful month followed by a horrible week, Lily died on Easter. Perhaps I never appreciated her well-developed sense of irony.
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11 comments:
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I'm sorry, Amy. Goodbye, Lily.
[heart]. I'm so sorry Amy.
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My first pet died on Easter. It was a bunny. Oh, irony.
I'm very sorry about Lily. I hope she went quietly.
So sorry, Amy. [heart]
Oh, Amy.
I'm so sorry. [heart]
[Hug] I'm sorry. xx
I'm sorry Amy.
:(
I'm sorry, Amy. :(
Oh, Amy. I am so sorry.
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