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Y } Thursday, September 07, 2006

When I grew despondent, she curled up beside me.
When I sobbed in pain, she licked my tears away.
She was my constant companion, my best and truest friend.
She once took care of me.
And then, w an understanding look, w a gentle paw on my arm, she seems t tell me that it will soon be time for her t go.
She once gave me e courage t live on, now she's giving me e courage t live on without her when She goes.

I yearn for your comeback, Brownie.



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