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In tribute to My TequilaThanks to Sylvie |
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| I went to look for you at a farm, and the farmer told me: he's a Bouvier-Boxer cross, and I'm very happy to get rid of him. I took you in my arms, you were very small, but with enormous legs, you became a big dog... But I had to move, and the owner didn't want you, so my dad offered to take you... He lived 2 steps from me. I saw you every day, and my dad fell madly in love with you, taking you everywhere. When I'd come over, you'd bark so much, you'd be happy, you'd get on top of me, you were taller than me standing up, even though I'm 1. 75 m tall, you'd lick me, drool on me, and later on my children. But one day in September, Mom called me and said: "I think Tequila is dead." I had to tell the kids, and even now they make me beautiful drawings of you. We'll always love you, be happy up there in Heaven. |
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