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I was folding laundry and ran across the little shirt Christina made for Gummi, she wore it to the vet because I didn't want her to get cold, and it had gotten blood and poo on it. I sat with that tiny shirt in my hands and thought about the wonderful people who have come into our lives through this forum, and about sweet Gummi Bare, how loved she is by so many, how my family is willing to sacrifice to help her, and how it's so unfair that she is so sick with no answers, and I cried all over that little shirt.
Now I have to wash it again, I don't want Gummi to wear my tears
Now I have to wash it again, I don't want Gummi to wear my tears


