August 15, 1993
When you arrived
You were black and white
A beautiful little dog
Stuffed but real to me
There through all my hard times
From fights with friends
To my hissy fits
Rolling on the ground
I through you across the room
Through the washing machine several times
I spilt juice to lemonade on you
Now you aren’t soft
Sometimes I tried to feed you
Sleeping by my side every night
You even cuddle with Shadow
She kisses you
Everybody loves you
Even I miss you at school
You are my life
You are my Dottie
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