XantheStar
December 31st, 2002, 01:30 PM
I sit here in the bitter cold of a bright Duluth day, scared. My dear mate is gone, as is his family, his lifelong friend gravely sick.
Bishop, a Doberman, has been discovered to have a yumor in his lungs.
I'm scared for my mate. I don't fear for Bishop, if things don't go well, his life will be ended before real pain is inflicted.
But Mother and Father, I ask of you and all others to help. This poor canine is in trouble, and if others could send healing energies, it would be greatly appreciated.
Blessed Lord and Lady, thank you...
Bishop, a Doberman, has been discovered to have a yumor in his lungs.
I'm scared for my mate. I don't fear for Bishop, if things don't go well, his life will be ended before real pain is inflicted.
But Mother and Father, I ask of you and all others to help. This poor canine is in trouble, and if others could send healing energies, it would be greatly appreciated.
Blessed Lord and Lady, thank you...