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    January 14, 2008 by Brandy Vencel

    My childhood pet, a dog, passed away at the end of last week. Her name was Tawna, and my sister and I found her, a tiny puppy weighing not quite four pounds, eating a chocolate bar in a gutter near our home.

    Can we keep her? we begged our parents. They said yes. I think they had no idea they were committing to almost seventeen years of love and care for this creature.

    Tawna’s constant companion was a cat named Evie who we aquired about a year later as a kitten. Tawna and Evie had both seemed near-death for years.

    This is why I was only a little sad about Tawna’s death. It was inevitable, and had been obviously so for quite some time.

    My father is getting a bit of slack from some of the female members of our family regarding an email he sent out after Tawna’s demise. Si and I found it humourous, but others are crying heartless.

    I’ll let you be the judge:

    I thought it would be appropriate to bury the cat and our dog together but I was unable to catch the cat.



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  • Reply Rahime January 15, 2008 at 5:44 am

    That is hilarious.


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