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Mar 2015
Seas pouring instead of my eyes,
She passed away this mo(u)rning
And I wasn't there.
My mother cried, and I wasn't there.
If there's a heaven for them,
I'd believe in God.
If there's not, I'd see the night sky
and look for a new star,
that little one, the pretty one.
If there's a heaven for them,
when I die, I'll be glad to be there.

Sally (2003-2015)
Sally was my dog, she was very loved for everyone, specially my mother, who saw in her the daughter she never had. Why it must be so painful?
Katzenberg
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Katzenberg  Mexico
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