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Dear Diary,
They just drove off with him. That's the last time I'll ever see him. I've already cried so much.
I just thought we had more time. It seems too soon. I can't imagine having another dog because it won't be him.
They probably just got there. I can imagine them leading him into a room that he'll never come out of again. [Dark.]
I look around and see his hair on the couches, toys on the ground, treats on the table and it doesn't seem real. He should still be here. His foot imprints are even still on the blanket he was sitting on. It's still warm. He was just there. I'm reminded of him everywhere I look in this house.
Yours,
Paisley Marin
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Paisley Marin's Diary
RandomThis is my diary. I've kept one since I was in first grade but I'll start in fifth grade. The only thing I'm changing is the names. I hope that some of my experiences may help some other girls. The comments in the brackets are my commentary lookin...
