Claude is sick. It started this morning, and got worse throughout the day. Now, after cleaning up, I'm really worried.

This dog kept me going when nothing else could. Knowing no one else would care for him, and that I'd never see him again if I kept smoking, and not eating. So I stopped smoking, and started eating again. He was always near me, no matter what I did: working, cleaning, reading, sobbing.

He sleeps beside me every night, some part of him touching me, no matter what. I feel like my heart would burst like an over-filled balloon without him.

Last edited by ninja dog; 05-24-2010 at 08:14 PM.