pertty-kitty

Your eyes tell a story. A story about a struggle. As I look into your eyes I feel the story in me. The story about war, within. Your eyes grow deep as the story goes on. Your loesing the war to death. Your hearth grows cold as you slowly shut your eyes. The story ends the war was won by darkness, by heartless, by death.  

      My dog just died at about 8am this morning 9/22/07. She was an English Springer Spaniel named Sadie. When she was 1 my dad got her for my mom as an aniversery peresent about 2 weeks befor i was born. I was a baby when she was a puppy so I dont remember much but i do remember that when she walked she would step on her ears it was so cute. But now my heart is filled with sadness that i just cant control. When I was 4 my grandma passed away i didnt cry because i didnt understand. I understand now but i dont cry maybe teary eyed but not crying not even for my dogs death i want to cry to get rid of my sadness but i cant make my self cry. The