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| Our daughter wrote a poem for her doggie on a piece of paper and asked us if we would put it in the newspaper. |
| Dear Lord, I’m just a little dog with brown, black, gray and tan colors with floppy ears. I have not been beaten , those are just my colors. I’m a Yorkie without a tail. Though I have long flowing hair, my parents cut me short in the summer so I will stay cool. I got lost playing with some new friends in the neighborhood. Now I’m not sure which road I need to take to get back home. I miss my Grandmother, my Dad, Mother and Sisters. One little sister takes medicine to keep her going and I need it too. If I don’t take my medicine I could get sick. I can’t blame these other folks, they don’t know I’m sick. I may hike my leg every now and then among other things, but I know that I am loved and I sure miss my pillow that I sleep on every night. |
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Dear Lord, give this other family the courage to return me to my original home and the insight to do what’s right. Don’t they understand if I don’t get home soon, I may be grounded for life. This doggie wants to go home, where I truly belong. WOOF WOOF |
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| The wife put his pillow outside the front door, hoping that when we came home that we would find him on his pillow waiting for us. That was 10 years ago. Today we still have little Yorkies in our home, but we keep looking out for him. When our daughter comes to visit, she walks around the neighborhood without the stroller calling out his name; Little Bit where are you. |
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