My dog butterscotch died. I am sad. I am understanding. I am confused. I am respecting. I am here, and my dog is not.
Butterscotch was a good dog, who was having problems and I couldn't have expected to live much longer, but I still remember every time she was there for me, which during some times in the past were really important to me.
I will always miss you my dog, the first I have had from after my birth to live past her death. Part of life, but not a happy part.
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remember last night when Dave poured beer on your kitchen floor for your little homie? Butterscotch can rest in piece now.
Posted by nicole | February 18, 2007 4:37 PM
Posted on February 18, 2007 16:37