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Mother's Day Gifts

First of all, thank you all for your sweet comments about the loss of a beloved pet. I want to let you all know that, for whatever reason, my baby boy is recovering and is not dead. My children have been praying for him, and we have been loving him and two days ago he got up and began taking water and food. We were warned this might be a last rally before he succumbs to whatever it is that he has...but since it's continuing on, I'm hopeful that he's going to come all the way out of this now.

Best Mother's Day presesnt EVER!!.

I was treated to breakfast in bed by my husband and children. So sweet....I am truly blessed to have them in my life.

It's on days like this that I miss my mom, gone these past five years. I miss her....

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  1. Oh Pammy... I lost my oldest girl kitty not long ago... I am sending good thoughts and energy Bobo's way. Tell the girl's to be strong and share this poem with them should you need it.

    Big HUGS!

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  2. Pammy, I just read the post about your cat, I am so glad he's not dead!
    About missing your mom, I understand you completely. I lost my dad 18 years ago and I think of him every day! I'm glad Mother's Day was nice! Sending you a big hug {{{{{{ Pammy }}}}}}

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  3. Here's hoping kitty will pull through for you all. Keep hoping!

    I miss my mom a lot on these days too. hugs.

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  4. Happy Mothers Day Pamela and that's fantastic about your beloved Bobo. We buried our dog on our property and my daughter was forever sitting by the grave crying. It wrenched my heart out. I do so love a happy ending.

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  5. right on for kitty!
    lordy, i hope it wasn't that pet food thing thats in the news.

    happy mothers day belatedly, pammy!

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