Written in Memory of Twister Tornado
Written by Deneale K. Williams
A Minarure Chinese Crested that was called to Heaven much too early & I think of daily.
Listening to you breathe.....
Cuddling together;
Never wanting to leave.
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Once night turns to day,
Outside we go....
To Frolick and play!
You will always be missed and lived Twister, always know I cry for you every night.
Love, Mommy.
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