My first puppy.
Jan. 5th, 2005
We moved when I was six years old. After attending a new school for a year it was apparent that I had great problems making friends. My seventh birthday was conveniently one of the last days of school. I guess my parents decided that rather than have me spend the summer alone that they would get me a puppy.
Oh joy! I loved that puppy. I named her Rachel.
When I came home from school the next day, eager to play with my puppy, my mother told me that she was put to sleep because when they took her to the vet to be looked over she had distemper.
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