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<DIV>Our Daily Drool family is so wonderful -- you really are a family in
the truest, deepest sense of the word: understanding, embracing, and supporting
another family member in need in the sweetest, most loving way. </DIV>
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<DIV>I can't tell you how much the incredible e-mails and e-cards I've received
over the last two days have touched me and sustained me. I honestly don't
know how I could be hanging on in this devastating loss without you. My
friends are kind, but they don't KNOW, the way you do, what it means to suddenly
be without my Blueberry.</DIV>
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<DIV>My heart and my days have suddenly become empty -- yet my mailbox has been
full, and each e-mail brings a little more comfort to help start to
fill that depths of that cold, dark emptiness.</DIV>
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<DIV>I'll write more later, because I want to give my Blueberry a tribute that
she deserves, so that all of you can feel like you really knew this special
little girl, my Bearsie, my Berry Girl, my Bluesel-Loosel, my Velcro dog, my
heart, my life.</DIV>
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<DIV>I literally knew her since the minute she was born -- a friend owned
her Mom, so I was there when she came into this world. She was never able
to nurse, so every day until she could eat solid food I went over and fed her
through an eyedropper (and later syringe) four times a day. (It was a sad,
sad echo of that when, in this last cruel illness, I had to feed her once again
through a syringe.)</DIV>
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<DIV>Now my baby is gone, my center, my heart ... I live alone and work at home,
so she was always with me, every minute -- I set up my computer at a couch so
that she could lie there with me, her head always on my lap. No matter
where we were, she always had to be touching me. She went everywhere with
me -- meetings, where she was so well-known she'd have her own name tag
waiting; -- errands, where she sat on my lap in the car with her head out
the window, grinning and ears flying like silky wings; -- dinners at
friends', where she had her own bench pulled up to the table, and would eat her
dinner off china plates. Before she went into the hospital, she had never
been alone for more than an hour or two at a time, and that rarely.</DIV>
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<DIV>I can't stop crying, I didn't know it was physically possible to have so
many tears. Sleep comes hard, and when it does, I dream of her, and wake
up stroking the pillow the way I always stroked her back while we slept. I
don't know how to get through this.</DIV>
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<DIV>Thanks to all of you, every one, for taking the time to write -- you really
will never, ever know how much your words mean. Blueberry and I are
surrounded and blessed by your love. For those who pray, please keep
praying for her, that she's not scared and alone.</DIV>
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<DIV>I cherish all of you. I wish you had all known Blueberry in real
life, you would have adored my sweet, devoted little Muffin too.</DIV>
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<DIV>Thank you all,</DIV>
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