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Well, I made it. ( Had the headache from Hell, but I made it. )

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Dude, Tabbers still hasn't come home. It's been nearly a week, now. It's cold, outside. And rainy. I hate the thought that I may never see her again, and won't know what happenned. Did she know she was dying, and go off by herself, like they say cats do? Did she get hurt? I keep thinking she'll be home, when I get home from work, but then she isn't. And I go to the door, thinking maybe she'll be waiting outside, but she isn't. She's just. . .gone. Just like that. Seventeen years she was in my life, every day. Then Mom let her outside, and she just never came home. I didn't know it would be this hard for me. But when you're so used to having that pet around, and used to the happiness they give you, and suddenly they're not there? It's like losing a family member. I mean, in reality she was just a cat, but at the same time, she totally wasn't. You know?

On a brighter note, though, I got sonneta's Christmas card in the mail! Thank you, sweetie! Meanwhile I still haven't even bought cards for other people, or gone Christmas shopping. Everyone is going to get their everything late. I mean, except immediate family members, who I can just give gifts/cards to in person. *hangs head in shame*

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I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile. Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away I let mine out, and chatter all the while. I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day Is any day that's spent without a friend, With nothing much to do or hear or say. I like to be with people, and depend On company for being entertained; Which seems a good solution, in the end. What Poetry Form Are You?

Dude. How perfect is that?