When saying goodbye comes...

Cisca seems gravely ill. She's currently confined at a veterinary clinic for kidney poisoning. We've only been together for a few weeks and she's changed so much in me. She's saved me from the madness of life. Last night, I decided to sneak her into my room and sleep. After hearing the possbility that she may not get back, I've resigned myself to grief. The Cisca Chronicles will still continue with my past experiences with dogs and promote adopting shelter dogs. She'll be a huge void to fill. If ever she'll come back with a clean bill of health (and load of food expenses for her kidney), I'd be the happiest man in the world. Please pray for her.