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"Murdoch"
by Gwen Armstrong
My heart cries for you baby. I'm hoping you're in a better place. I cry for all the times you suffered by never showed your pain. I cry for not being able to pet you anymore. I cry for not hearing you make noises when your "puppy" dreaming. I cry for not being able to see you get excited with the words "do you want to go for a ride" and you would jump up and down. I cry that you're not under my feet when I'm cooking hoping to get some cheese that might fall onto the floor. I cry when I saw you unable to go up and down the stairs. I cry when you will not be with us when we go for our rides in the Truck. I cry when I cannot hear you drinking your water or eating your cookies. I cry when you'r beloved "ball" will lay there idle. I cry that I can only see the tips of your ears when you're in the truck. I cry when I can't see you anymore wrapped in your blanket and fluffing it up to your liking. I cry when I won't be able to see your head tilt when I'm talking to you.
I cry for the love and companionship you have given us for the last nine and a half years.
I Love You.
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author, Gwen Armstron
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