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My Baby Doll - Part IV
You were like a daughter to me and I was like a dad.
Your death was heart-breaking because it was so bad.
I got the idea to call you my baby doll because that was what Mom called her cat.
In August of 2013, my house became your new home and that's where you died at.
It has been one year since you died.
You were a great dog and that can't be denied.
I found you dead in my kitchen at about ten o'clock.
I would've rather had my head bashed in by a rock.
I was very upset and I knew that I wouldn't get any sleep so I stayed up most of the night.
I buried you the next morning and I'm sure that other pet owners can understand my plight.
When a person has a pet that's as special as you, it is sure to please.
I'll never forget you even if I live to be 100 and have Alzheimer's Disease.
The death of a beloved pet is
The death of a beloved pet is never easy. I still mourn the death of my Spaniel, Monica, in 1986 (fourteen years old). Our chihuahua, Zoey, is eleven and beginning to show signs of age. I know that not everyone shares my interpretation of Scriptures that our beloved pets will be restored to us, but it comforts me for the loss of Monica and prepares me for the loss of Zoey.
J-Called