Tinca



growing up as a child in puerto rico i had a german shepard named Tinca. i never got to say goodbye to her, she was taken so quickly she was poisoned by a very hateful neighbor.

My parents would not allow us to get near her, so i watched from a window as she slipped away.

I miss you my best friend. I hope you see this and know that after eighteen years i still think of you always... i love you girl.

Lisa S.

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