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I buried Jake(My Dog) on my land a few days after his passing. He was very sick, he was suffering from kidney failure. He couldn't stand up straight, he was absolutely empty of life.
I was sobbing on the floor at the vet. They were so kind to have sent us a card. Needless to say, I'm still pretty sad about it, but before the flight I visited him a few times.
I will do so until it's my time.
James Thomas, a retired Green Beret who served as a medic was taken by Covid. He died the day before my mother and him were to marry.
I never truly got to see him.
Hope you'll get better soon, like.. For real.