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Apr 2016
Today,
is 4/6/16.
It is 7:46 pm.
And my childhood friend
just died
41 minutes ago.
No lie,
no joke.
I cry as I write this one,
my eyes are probably swollen,
and I know
he wouldn't want me to cry.
But,
I look at the pictures I have of him,
how he seemed so happy.
I held him in my arms,
just hoping he'd eat something,
at 5:10 pm today.
He hadn't been eating for days,
he couldn't stand up.
My friend's name was scooter.
Scooter was the best pet I could have asked for.
He was the main attraction at my home,
because he was a pig.
Such a lovable pig.
He was just like a dog, but better.
That pig could make me smile any day.
He used to dance.
He used to oink so cutely.
I am gonna miss him for sure.
I just know it.
With that, I end this one.
With tears in my eyes,
I wish you a final goodbye.
I will always love you, buddy.
R.I.P
my dear, dear scooter.
For my pet pig scooter, who died today. Please wish him your best,
as he experiences whatever may be next. I guess I could use some encouragement right now. I grew up with him
Błeeding Dįamøndš
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Błeeding Dįamøndš  16/M/Denver, Colorado
(16/M/Denver, Colorado)   
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