Every time I do my laundry I think of her. She would follow me right on my heels, jump up on the bed and get ready to have the warm clothes dumped on her so she could lay in it. She loved the warmth and would pout as the clothes would slowly be put away. One by one I felt so bad because she enjoyed it so much and I purposely took my time putting them away just for her. After all of it was put away she would crawl under the blanket to lay in whatever warmth was left. She was always the smartest little thing <3
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