My Best Friend

January 14, 2009
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He passed away and I had to set up a funeral. I went out to my back yard, got my shovel and started digging. He was my closest friend and digging made tears swell up in my eyes. I went inside and got his body. I placed him gently in his grave.
“Goodbye, Mr. Whiskers.”





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