I will never forget the day I got my first pet , my dog Michelle . It
was a rainy day , my dad came home from work , he had something wrong
with his jacket, something tiny moving inside a pocket . Michelle was a little ball of fur , black as night , my German shepherd siberian cute . Everyone
in the family caused us love at first sight , so helpless , rookie ,
looked like a bear , my eyes shone with excitement , I was happy , I
think I was about 7 years old. It
was my companion for many years, grew up with me , slept and played
with me , it was adolescent and young to me, I think I never wanted a
pet so as Michelle . And the whole family loved her very much .
We took care of everything and we were happy days with their pranks . The day he died was terrible , we were a sea of tears , everyone.
Because it was an important part of the family, from that day never had pets, suffer too much with his departure . It will always be the most remembered and most beloved :)
Karlita...!!! I love my pets... and also are very important for me... =)
ResponderEliminaroow, this history was so cute :), beatefull day Karlita
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