The Hammer is still happy when I wake up
And when I get home from the fucking mill.
I take her out, like always.
She shits, she looks at me, we go home.
Same thing even when I take her to her favourite places.
What life comes down to for us all
If some sudden shit does not take us down.
She still likes eating.
I am feeding her all her favourite food.
Turkey, steaks, hot dogs...
If I found a fresh road killed cat
I would giver her that.
Yet she continues to lose weight.
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"She's happy . . . " Quality of life, that's what it's about.
Her happiness is fleeting unfortunately and seems intended for my benefit more than anything. She knows I am concerned about her. She knows lots of people are. That is something.
That is something, indeed.
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