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		<title>By: bethm411</title>
		<link>http://www.crystalandcookie.com/1152/wednesday-14/#comment-12879</link>
		<author>bethm411</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 15:15:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>its shocking isnt it?  You THINK you know what the meant to you while they were still here, but then when they leave so suddenly it knocks the soul clear out of your body, because they occupied your soul, they were part of it.  (and I use the term "you" genariclly, I dont want you to take offense if this is not how you feel)  

I know that when Ollie left, I would still talk about him like he was still here and I would look for him.  I actually called him once.  Moose was there and he just walked over, wrapped his arms around me and said "he's gone, baby"...to hear those words uttered, almost killed me because it wasnt "real" yet.

as you know, my loose of Ollie was six months ago and tears are flowing freely as I type this and at times it still doesnt feel real.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>its shocking isnt it?  You THINK you know what the meant to you while they were still here, but then when they leave so suddenly it knocks the soul clear out of your body, because they occupied your soul, they were part of it.  (and I use the term &#8220;you&#8221; genariclly, I dont want you to take offense if this is not how you feel)  </p>
<p>I know that when Ollie left, I would still talk about him like he was still here and I would look for him.  I actually called him once.  Moose was there and he just walked over, wrapped his arms around me and said &#8220;he&#8217;s gone, baby&#8221;&#8230;to hear those words uttered, almost killed me because it wasnt &#8220;real&#8221; yet.</p>
<p>as you know, my loose of Ollie was six months ago and tears are flowing freely as I type this and at times it still doesnt feel real.</p>
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		<title>By: nikki</title>
		<link>http://www.crystalandcookie.com/1152/wednesday-14/#comment-12876</link>
		<author>nikki</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 01:23:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I understand. But talking about her keeps her spirit alive, as gay as that sounds. You're gonna want to talk about her like that for a LONG time probably. (Like she's still here, I mean.) It'll get better, and if you ever get another horse that reminds you of her, you'll do it all over again. (I still talk about "Charlie" when I mean "Sunshine" - they're so much alike.)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I understand. But talking about her keeps her spirit alive, as gay as that sounds. You&#8217;re gonna want to talk about her like that for a LONG time probably. (Like she&#8217;s still here, I mean.) It&#8217;ll get better, and if you ever get another horse that reminds you of her, you&#8217;ll do it all over again. (I still talk about &#8220;Charlie&#8221; when I mean &#8220;Sunshine&#8221; - they&#8217;re so much alike.)</p>
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