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Jul 2015
I had to put her to sleep
It was the humane thing to do

She no longer enjoyed her food
She could hardly move
She would growl and snap if anyone came near

I had to put her to sleep
It was the humane thing to do

She no longer cared for herself
Overwhelmed, endless
Pain we couldn’t **** had become her killer

I had to put her to sleep
It was the humane thing to do

Begging for death, her drugged eyes were
Silent, without hope
She barely swallowed water; she cried when touched

I had to put her to sleep
It was the humane thing to do

Mom gave us love and laughter, she
Gifted us with joy
She had been my life, and now I was her death

I had to put her to sleep
It was the humane thing to do
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Carla Blaschka
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Carla Blaschka  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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     Carla Blaschka and Crystal Wright
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