July 15th 2016 7:07 am
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I came to live with my mom when I was a puppy. Mom was in something called the 3rd grade. That worked out great for me. Mom told other kids about me and they would send parts of their sandwiches home with mom for me. I eagerly awaited the school bus. That only happened for that first year, but it was great.
I was such a great dog even the mailman loved me. I lived on a corner. He rubbed me when he went by on one side. I raced to the other side to wait and he would walk up the driveway to rub me again. How many dogs get that?
Mom's friends loved to play with me. We played Bobbi tag. They would run and whoever I caught was "it". I don't know what that means. I just know it was great fun.
I was with my mom thru school, work, college. I loved to sit in the sun and study with mom. So many great years together. Mom didn't ever imagine it would end in such a horrible way. Neither did I. I thought mom and I would just go on and on forever. It doesn't work that way. I didn't know that then. I am at the Bridge with my fur siblings waiting to play Bobbi tag again.
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