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Just a Dog?

My friend Charmaine from Pets as Therapy sent me a beautiful note about Just a Dog. I loved it so much, I created this little slide show about it for Norman. Thanks Charmaine for the awesome note, it really meant a lot to me.



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Asta said…
Oh How we understand!
Never could mommi say just a dog... We know Your sweet norman was soo much more.I'm hoping now that he is the pawfectt angel, he is helping to heal youw heawt.
Mommi and I smile whenevew we see him and get teawy too..we can't fowget
smoochie kisses
ASTA and Mommi
Maggie said…
Hi,
I came across this blog yesterday.
I am also an owner of an almost 3-year-old wire foxterrier named Bziku (in translation: cuckoo, nuts, crazy).
Bziku had a life-saving surgery 2 months ago. A piece of a plastic toy (that he ate...of course), got stuck in his bowels.
When I look at Norman's photos it's as if I saw Bziku.
Reading your posts from april and may 2009 was very diffcult for me, because with every line that I read, the fear that I've been feeling for the last 2 months grew bigger and bigger. I just couldn't stop crying...
I cannot imagine what you felt when you lost your dog, but I do know the fear of losing a beloved dog. Because he is to me like my own child :)
But there's also a bright side of it all. It's great to discover that somewhere out there live people who are as crazy about their dogs as I am.
I hope your heart will stop aching one day.
Wish you all the best.
Maggie.
(Poznan, Poland)
P.S. Sorry for any grammar and writing mistakes :)

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