For fourteen years she helped me

through this and through that.

She liked to sleep in anything;

a chair, a basket, or even a hat.



She knew who did not like her,

then she would turn on the charms.

Soon they would find her close,

maybe up there in their arms.



Sometimes, I would put her in my car,

and we would go for a ride.

She would crawl into my bed at night,

and sleep there by my side.



My days are lonely and

my nights are long.

I really do miss her,

not that she is gone.



Without her my life

will not quite the same.

So now I will tell your who she was,

T.J. was her name.



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