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My Baby Doll - Part III
It was six months ago today when you drew your final breath.
When I found you in my kitchen, I learned about your death.
It was the day that every pet owner dreads.
At about 10 PM, I learned that you were dead.
You were my baby doll and I loved you a lot.
If people wonder if I'll ever forget you, I will not.
You were my dog and a companion who was a loyal friend.
It was heart breaking when I saw that your life came to an end.
When such a beloved dog dies, it's something that is hard to bear.
You were my baby doll and when I go to Heaven, I hope you'll be there.
My heart goes out to you on
My heart goes out to you on the loss of your dog. When I was thirteen years old, my parents bought me a cocker spaniel puppy, Monica, who was my faithful companion for fourteen years old. I was a very introverted and introspective teenager, but she could read my moods instantly, and had very consistent responses to those moods. I have never loved another animal in exactly the way I loved her, and when she passed, just before my twenty-eighth birthday, I wept and wept like a baby for weeks. I am glad that both Prophet Isaiah and Apostle Saint Paul have indicated that we shall meet, in Heaven, those parts of the creation that death has taken from us.
J-Called