by Cindy
(Minnesota)
Spiffet with her stuffed girraff Howard
Spiffet and her brother Marmaduke were my babies since I found them by the garbage can one morning 20 years ago.
They were suffering, however, even though I tried everything. I was being selfish; I didn't want to be alone. They were my only family. I'm glad they could go together.
It's only been two days; I keep thinking I'll see them peaking around a corner but they are not there. This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do!
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