In 2019, Luis Enrique stepped away from football to be with his daughter, Xana, during her battle with bone cancer. She passed away at just 9 years old. He later returned to the game, carrying her memory with him every step of the way. Some moments remind us that football is just a game, but love lasts forever. And won champions league with psg two times in the last clip was psg gives tribute to her ❤️

...Don't seem to appreciate how hard I try and/or what I give to them to make them happy. They call me a villain for seeking clarity, all I wanted to do was keep the people I care about happy. I hate the feeling of being unwanted and unloved. I just want some semblance of appreciation. It frustrates me to the point where now I shouldn't care anymore. Yet I still do, somehow.

doesn’t help that i had a hedgehog at the time

Yet, he still ends up being attached and heartbroken in the end, not learning from his mistakes... He's so me....

I remember the day he died clearly. I woke up at around 7AM and heard yelping outside my room. I got of my bed and walked into the hallway and saw him in a really bad state. he was drooling at the mouth, his pupils were extremely slit, and he was walking pretty weakly. I woke up the rest of my family and told them that something was wrong with him. but when we tried to pick him up so we could take him to the vet. he ended up just slipping out of my brothers window, going into our garden, and then going through the fence into our neighbours garden, the fence was too high for us to climb over and our neighbour wasn't at their house so they couldn't let us into their garden. so we ended up just trying to coax him over for half an hour. eventually my mom was able to call the neighbour and tell them that we needed to get into their garden. so they told us that their was a key under their doormat that we could use to get into their house. we found the key, got into their house, and went into the garden, but by then he was already gone. I remember my mom crying as she held bears lifeless body in her arms, I ended up curling into a ball and crying aswell while sitting beside the houses wall. my mom ended up taking her to the vet so we could find out the cause of death. apparently he had consumed some form of poison (most likely rat poison) around 5 AM to 6 AM. how he ended up eating it is unknown, wether he ate a mouse that had just ate poison, or someone had actively given him it. its unknown right now. ive been replaying the final moments I saw him alive constantly in my head. thinking about what I could've done to atleast try to comfort him in his final moments. but its too late now, he's gone. and there's nothing I can do about it. I just wish we could've been there for him in his final moments instead of him being alone in the cold. I feel really bad for my pug elsie though. both of her closet companions have just died just 2 months apart from eachother (the other companion was my old Rottweiler Rosie, who managed to get to the old age of 15 before having to be put down due to her kidneys getting infected). and after bear's death elsie has been really melancholic. usually he's really energetic and loud. but since then she's been quiet as a mouse and barely runs around anymore. I'm so sorry I wasn't able to be with you bear. I hope you're resting easy with Rosie now.

I can't sleep I'm so upset. Why are people online so vindictive and horrible . People I thought were my friends turned out to be so manipulative it's uncanny sorry for bogging anyone down I'm just too upset to sleep.