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Betsy

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by The Urban Blabbermouth
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Betsy died today at 3:53 pm. Betsy was the sweetest Cocker Spaniel you could ever want.  She loved people.  Every day when I came home, she was always jumping at the door, impatient to greet me.  She would jump on me as if I were the happiest and best thing that ever happened to her.  I have to admit, she did the same to Rachel, my wife.

Let's not forget the kids.  Betsy, never had puppies, but our kids were her kids.  She always had the energy to play with them.  Thank God for that.  I remember one of my kids, Raquel - named after her mom - running from Rachel in the kitchen to me on the living room sofa, back and forth, back and forth, for an hour non-stop.  How exhausting!  But, every step of the way, there was Betsy running and playing with her.

All of us sat with Betsy and the kids petted her until she passed.  We buried her in our backyard, so she would always be with us.  Her home was our home.  I don't know where dogs go when they die, but I pray that it's a wonderful place.  Betsy deserves it.

In a hospital, in a big city, somewhere, a baby girl was born today at 3:53 pm.  From the moment of her birth, she smiled and gurgled happily,  Her parents, like many parents, swear that within an hour of her birth, she started to laugh and to reach out to hug them.  That's new parents for you.  They named their baby girl, Betsy.




 

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