
You always felt what I felt. If I was sad you always got in to my room and tried to cheer me up. If I was happy you were always happy and energic. You are a dog, you are one fifth the family and we will miss you forever.
Forever.
At 22.20 today my dad called me from Argentina. He was crying. Mom was crying. My brother was crying. But Mimmi remained silent...
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