are full of love for me. They are an expression of love of Life and the excitement that every moment can mean. Movement of my hands on the keyboard, the opportunity to climb onto my shoulder and rest, cry and drool in happiness or even just lick my knuckles which she KNOWS drives me insane. That cold little nose of hers on my hands,wrists or arms irritates me... then I realize how I love it so. What would life be like without her? Her adorable, kitten-like face and body even at age 9. Started out in a baggy with her two siblings thrown in the trash on Day 1 of Life. And she STILL cries in happiness for getting another day to live and experience it all.
Why can't I be like her?
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