The day we met, I had already wanted you when you were born. But the Christmas you became our dog was special. Grandma convinced us all the last puppy was sold and me and my brother were so sad. Only for her to come down the hallway into the living room with you half in a christmas stocking with a little bow on your head.
Aria
Diary
“To the dog my grandma gave me from her litter on Christmas when I was 8. You were one part of my heart. I love you.”
🕯️ Aria
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