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| people ask me why im depressed, people wonder why i am so quiet, i sit there, staring into space, make-up running down my face because of my tears, how could they do this to you, you did nothing wrong, but yet im still sitting in your cage, on your small bed, with the bucket of water, and your pail of food, i see them picking you up, putting you in there truck, a trip to the vets office they say, little do you know your not coming back, i guess you could say your in a better place, but you werent sick, you werent mean, there was enough room, so they do this anyway, the went and put you down, i have to wonder why i dont have any say in this, it makes me cry, so i sit in your cage, missing you, you were a young pup, 2 or 3 years i think, hillary was your name, and barking was your game, all you wanted to do is go out and run awhile, i dont think they know how sad they made me, i loved you, ill miss you, and i have to clean your cage tomorrow, ill just clean them with my tears, there should be enough tears to fill and ocean, ill try to move on, ill sure do my best, but sometime it is better to just let it all out, ill try, i miss you hillary, and ill always love you, you helped my through tough times, and that i will never forget, i miss you hillary |
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