This is not my postcard. This is not my hamster. My cat Garfield was dug up 3 times that I know of so that he could be moved to a new hole in the ground. Now I have no idea where he is. That's my PostSecret. Well, and that thing that Jürgen's mommy knows about my hamster. :(
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Ohhhh...((hug))
Ohhh. :) Sometimes these postsecrets break my heart . . .
BTW, how are you poppy? I feel like I'm out of the loop!
Thanks, JN. :)
Thanks, O?
Kris, I am Great in mind, still broken in my body. That pretty much says it all. Better off than many people, however.
lol I just read that postcard! The funny thing is that my kids buried their goldfih and my son asked my last week if he could see if Goldie was bones yet. I told him how disrespectful it is to disturb graves. When I saw that postcard I showed it to the kids they laughed to!
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