I'm kind of a ghost whisperer and this my memoir. Well, I call it a memoir. It's more of an online brain dump and a place to just talk with you lot and tell you about my experience being haunted since I was a child. And other things, of course. This...
I'm crying. In bed at my Aunt's house while dog sitting and I can't sleep because my mind keeps going back to one thought: I'm leaving. In two days. I'm not crying because I'm going to miss home or my friends. I'm crying because I'm going to miss my dog, Fergie. I have five pets (three cats, two dogs) and I am extremely close to three of them, but Fergie just won't leave me. Fergie is about twelve or thirteen years old. She is nearly blind from her cataracts and can hardly hear. And she is the sweetest creature who has ever walked this earth. I love her so much and I don't want to leave her. I'm going to miss cuddling with her and kissing her nose and talking to her (even if she can't hear me) and giving her baths and taking her on walks and car rides and I am going to miss her so so much. I'm really scared that she's going to get sick or hurt or something and I won't be able to be by her side. I really want to be by her side. I love her so so so much. And I'm really upset now where as before I was so excited for college. Now I'm scared and I just wish Fergie could come with me.
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