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- Wish I had never needed them, but relieved beyond measure they’re always here for me. ❤️ Beautiful day to be alive...thanks to #mdanderson #endcancerAlways fashion forward for my medical appointments #cedarssinaimedicalcentergown #inflammatorybreastcancer #followupThe first photo here was one of today’s FB Memories...Perhaps it is the sign I’ve been longing and praying for since 3:15 am Friday that my precious little boy is warm, healed and happy in heaven. He was so brave and BEAUTIFUL. He loved us with the abiding affection one thinks of in a dog, running to the door to greet us upon return. Playful and athletic, his high jump, mid air flips and 360 turns earned the awe, amusement and admiration of his devoted family and friends. Never far from our laps, or just our mere presence, he constantly and PERSISTENTLY sought and enjoyed our company and attention. He joined us for every meal, because we were all gathering together, after all...His poor and hilarious “hunting” skills in the backyard, tethered to a long leash, included crouching, shaking, shivering, quivering and loudly vocalizing before running head on toward his fully alerted “prey,” causing us to wonder how in the world he had survived on the streets. Funny and sweet, he touched our lives in the most profound way possible, thru the purest and most powerful of forces: Love. Never viscous or territorial, he willingly shared his food, treats, and warm comfy spots with other fur family members. He trusted everyone, insisting on an immediate and deeply connected relationship. The number of hearts he won is legion, not the least of which Mr. “NO cats, I don’t like cats,” Neal. It was as if Fella knew when he first came to us that he had to win Neal over quickly...so he made it his mission to persistently seek Neal out and make him fall in love. The year I spent away from him during cancer treatment at MD Anderson Cancer Center will always haunt me, as will his unfairly and undeservedly traumatic final day...just a few days post his lung cancer diagnosis and 12 hours after my return from Houston. He slept with me that night so tightly curled up against the warmth of my body, I could not and didn’t want to move. He was the very definition of a “good boy.” We will, no doubt, forever mourn his passing. Our grief is damn near unbearable...Blood draw this am next door to #borderlinebarandgrill The memorial here is a powerful reminder of true humanity. You cannot help but be moved to tears...not only by the tragedy, but by the love. Look at the # of lives touched by these 12 human beings. Met two people who drove very long distances to come pay their respects. A young woman who knew one of the victims drove for several hours to be there. Services continue to be held in the area. What a terrible and senseless loss of young lives.
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