February 26th 2008 10:23 pm
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My sister, Box Pek, got buried under an apple tree. My mother tried to give me a new "sister" (Ixchel) about six months before BP left us; BP and I both enjoyed (messing with) her. I actually like her, and have been known to kiss her face on rare occasions, but I pretend that I don't like her. While I have been known to be traumatized when she goes somewhere without me, I do take pleasure in keeping her outside, by guarding the dog door, on rainy days (when I forget my mother is there). I do miss my sister.