Always In My Heart

When you first walked in, you were just a fluffy, soft little thing with bright, new eyes, puppy breath kisses—so excited for anything that came your way. You wiggled your way through the whole ordeal, me with my scissors and tools working quickly and carefully. Your feet were ticklish for the clippers and you moved away and into closing, sharp scissors, but we worked through it all and you left—still wiggling—with all body parts intact.

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