She was born being only, for what to get the whole attention. One day started stopping eating and we worried, for what her Dabamos milk with bottle, but she not queria to eat. It’s mom was jealous, and was not accepting her, for what we decided to sleep with her for shifts. One day dawned died. The tape-worm in my arms, freezing, but a sorrow was so much, that we did not bury her, with a hope that was alive (vivacious). It(he, she) was she, Chuck under the chin, the kitty was pretty and Chiquitita that was stolen a piece of my heart.
I love you,
| Mamona |
| María José Olivares |