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by Pocket Sze Feb 27, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
I love my dog I always took him for a jog. He was my bestest friend Ever since I was ten. He was always there When I was up in a tare. When he took his last breath He took me to my death I always told him What he always been. My best friend. Until yesterday He was laying on hay. He died... I cried. I will never be the same I'm the one to blame. He died in my arm He is in a jar. He will always be As you see. My one and only friend. I LOVE YOU TEDDY!