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Memory Tritina


Seeing you struggle takes my breath away Knowing that this will be your last day My heart aches and tears roll down my face. Stroking your golden face, I say my last goodbye before you are taken away. I will never forget this day. Today is the day I take one last long look at your beautiful face. And now I have to walk away. Everyday my heart feels like it is being torn away, knowing I won't be able to see your face and hear your "laryngitis" bark.
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