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 My gorgeous Chleo, or really, she's her own. I might've mentioned before how I was maintaining or likely saying taking care of my dog. She's 12 years old, and she's been great... My aunt and I made a bet about how long my dog will live... Originally it was 14 years she lives, I get $600? But we changed it to 16 years old that Chleo will surpass... Not a challenge, I might as well say 23... That would be the real challenge but we're not there so, Chleo's arthritis has calm down... Since 2023, Chleo has gotten much better and has gained a few pounds. With that being said, she has handled, even better than before, learning to step away from situations of chaos, even when I'm not around, and learning how to communicate with her moans? Truly, I should have paid attention more, because dogs actually do know what we're saying. It is up to us owner to develop a routine for them if we don't have a routine for themselves unless they've developed their own...

 So from what I searched from the internet, Microsoft's Search Engine (SE), Bing, "What dogs require to live a long time" and here's what I got. From PetMD , titled "21 Longest-Living Dog Breeds", says on a list, 1. Chihuahua. Life expectancy: 14-16 years. ..." I'mma stop right there. I have an 11-year-old senior chihuahua. If you want to know more about the list, click the link in the text.  #Bluehyperlink, thanks.  Chleo is the name of my dog. I've been trying to change it to Cleo, short for Cleopatra but no matter the case, it's always going to be Chleo. This is her: I believe she's young, healthy, and I'd like to keep my senior dog young forever! T.T, nothings impossible! Anyways, because she is a chihuahua, one mixed with wiener dog. I don't know if that makes a difference but maybe it does to prevent complications. No boast. She cries when my family and I leave for a vacay, I hear that she cries or even howls. Now, she crie...

As I was asked, if I was asleep or what might be going through my mind. I wasn't sure to remembered the lines. However, before I woke up, I closed my eyes again, seeing the same image again as I saw a few seconds ago.  As my subconscious thoughts ran consciously through anxiety, I saw a human-sized dress form standing under dim lighting that cast a soft glow over the scene. The mannequin is wearing a striking cheetah print dress that transitions from bold, black spots densely clustered at the top to more spaced out spots revealing the tan background color as the dress flows towards the floor, stopping at knee length. The cheetah print seamlessly morphs into a field of bright white polka dots on a pink background fabric around the waist area of the dress. The differing prints complement each other beautifully. Behind the dress form lie walls covered in an array of papers, notes, and red string tracing connections in some kind of investigation. The details fade into shadowy darkness ...

At the church parking lot, I watched a dear one leave in comfort and safety, remembering my question as to why was he there. The sun began to rise as soon as he turned the corner, which was at 2 in the morning. The sun rose steadily until I realized it was no ordinary sun to give so many the 'benefit of the doubt' as it lit up the night sky. It was bright, but not hot like I feared it would've been. I walked home through the neighborhood at this time, realizing the light, the sun was Jesus. I don't know where I got that from, I just knew with no doubt in my mind as it was hard to see clearly. Faith, I guess. The sun went fast in the sky, racing towards the moon in the direction of my home. A man drove down the road and asked me where my mother was. I told him "Jesus is coming!" The man in the white truck smirked, laughed, and smiled, then continued in the direction of my home which was just straight ahead and a little towards the left at the same time the ecli...

The doll lay down on the floor with its deep diamond aquatic eyes, placed on a pile of clothes as I folded them while sitting down. Something about it was deep, I thought. Until I heard someone or something step inside the room. Then I heard a mediocrely heavy door shut, thinking that it was on its own at the time without using context. The one who shut the door was a man that I knew who was doing his best to stand tall. In fact, maybe as the tallest in the room. As soon as I tried to greet him back into our home, my heart felt heavy. When I tried to open my mouth, even a peep... I felt something familiar as if my heart was about to ache. I couldn't speak, and my heart had started aching. Afraid, not wanting to tell my partner, I had remembered the promise I made to him. So I told him everything and when I did, my breath was shallow, and my heart was hurting again. Although, he looked down on me from his height when I stood up. He didn't want me to say a word to him like usual....

  Guidelines Hi! My name's Elize but I go by EAFverit social media wise. Thought I'd introduce myself before I provide my thoughts to a living stranger. Of course, my content here is public for everyone to see. You see, I've become a bit anti-social over the years and it can be a bit or more problematic when interacting with one another. Relevance comes from me, having to view my frequent loss in interviews to not even attending them or other events in my life that I've come to a conclusion. I feel like I've lost touch with myself, but I know I still am my own person just like the rest of us. So here I am remembering myself from back then when I wasn't so selfish and self-seeking as I am now that I really hate these factors I carry. This is advice that emphasizes building self-awareness, practicing empathy, and connecting with others in a compassionate way that seeks to understand rather than judge. PS. not only selfishly because some have called this manipulati...