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Why did you leave?


I used to go with you where ever you went. We used to play for hours until you got tired and laid down. You would always want me to give you a shower when we played in the dirt. You were my best friend. I would tell you what my problems were, and you would look at me and even though you couldnt say anything I knew that everything would be alright. When I was sick you would sit by me until I got better, and when you got sick I would sit next to you and rubbed you belly. I miss you, hopefully your in a better place.

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