I turned over in bed and there she was.
She’s 12 years old and missing a few teeth.
Making little noises as she breathes.
She’s 8 pounds of white fluff.
**I find white hairs all over of my stuff. **
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She snores every night in her sleep.
Every little memory I will forever keep.
The sound of her paws running on hard wood floor are etched into my brain.
She keeps me grounded and sane.
Her eyes...