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	<title>Comments on: A Sad Day</title>
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		<title>By: Nick Boldt</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nick Boldt</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sorry to hear about the loss of your family member. Having just gone though it myself - cancer, anaemia, dehydration, stroke, and ultimately a trip to the ICU and a visit from our vet - I know what it&#039;s like to watch one of your kids slip away. 

I think the worst part for me is that every time I think I&#039;ve gotten past it, I see something that reminds me of my boys and the pain come welling back - even though I know our dogs had a great life and we did everything we could for them in the end. 

&quot;I&#039;ve seen blue skies / Through the tears in my eyes / 	And I realise / [They&#039;re] going home.&quot;

All the best,

Nick]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sorry to hear about the loss of your family member. Having just gone though it myself &#8211; cancer, anaemia, dehydration, stroke, and ultimately a trip to the ICU and a visit from our vet &#8211; I know what it&#8217;s like to watch one of your kids slip away. </p>
<p>I think the worst part for me is that every time I think I&#8217;ve gotten past it, I see something that reminds me of my boys and the pain come welling back &#8211; even though I know our dogs had a great life and we did everything we could for them in the end. </p>
<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ve seen blue skies / Through the tears in my eyes / 	And I realise / [They\'re] going home.&#8221;</p>
<p>All the best,</p>
<p>Nick</p>
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