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In Memory of Gyp

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Losing a dog is such an indescribable pain, you lose a part of yourself when you lose a dog. 
I suddenly lost my best friend Gyp, on the 3rd of December 2021 after almost twelve years of friendship and memories. The day I lost Gyp, was one of the hardest days I have ever experienced, to say the least. 
There are only so many times you can talk to your friends and family about your loss, emotions, both happy and sad memories before you end up sounding like a broken record. So I decided to write it all down, now I don't know if anyone will read it or not - but maybe someone will and I hope they will find joy with each page they read. 
So if you will read along and get to know Gyp as I had known her, from the little floppy-eared Kelpie cross puppy to the amazing, sweet older dog she became. 
She touched the hearts of so many people in her lifetime, and all that knew her miss her so deeply. 
Here's to 'In Memory of Gyp'.All Rights Reserved

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"Karmen had started feeling exactly like her first car; old, unpleasant to see, slow, missing pieces, torn, and suffering from a bit too many breakdowns, each leaving it worse than before." ~ Have you ever felt that way before? Felt like the walls around you are closing in and slowly suffocating you while everyone else stares on, oblivious to your suffering. Then you know how Karmen felt. This is the story of Karmen Clark and how all of life's twists and turns, cruel tricks and jokes, how the consequences of her choices and the casualties of fate lead her to an unexpected path, one which just might change her fate. ~ Just a heads up, this story isn't exactly about dogs. Its about what the dog in the story represents.