by Aaron
(Northumberland)
Ever since I was born I had a dog called Pippa. She was the best dog ever, a mother to 6, a family dog but at 14 years of age we got told she had cancer. She was put out of pain put out of our family but in our heart always.
At the age of 11 it was hard and I'm still not over it. I miss the hot furry shape on my lap. In tears I started blaming myself, I'm the one who got her pregnant and gave her breast cancer. Every Saturday I buy flowers for my dog.
She was the best dog ever she lived a good life but like this sentence it ends in a full stop.

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