She was 2 and had some medical issues. She let me hold her and looked at me like she wanted to come home with me. She sat on my lap and held onto my arm as I drove home. She ran and climbed up the Christmas Tree when I opened the door. She chased a sandwich wrapper for hours when I would throw it. She climbed into bed every night and exposed her belly for me to scratch. She would move away after I drifted off so I didn't roll and smash her (smart girl). She laid on my lap when I watched Breaking Bad. She laid on the back of my chair with her weight against my neck when I watched Hannity. She was visible in the glass doorway when I drove up the driveway. She was at the back door when I opened it and came in from playing golf. She met my face when I leaned down to give her a kiss. She let me carry her to doctor's appointments and never once complained. She accepted medications without wincing. She would come and ask for syringe help at the same time each day. She ate ice cream with me on Friday. She was our best friend. Monday----She left and went home.
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