January 1998

My first diary entry goes back to when I was first adopted. I was brought home to live with a mom and dad on the day the dad buried his younger brother. The dad was very sick too. I was brought home by my human sister to keep that mom company. I was only there a few days when the dad got very sick and went in the hospital and he didn't come home. So I kept the mom company for the following year as best I could. She also went into the hospital many times and when she did I lived with my human sister and her stupid cat, Rufus and her two dogs, Murphy and Madison. I was always glad to get home to my own mom. I made her laugh every day and my human sister still thanks me for what I did to make my mom's life enjoyable.

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