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I brought her home on a crisp November morning. I had been staying with my grandmother in Indiana for a week and picked her up from the breeder on way back to Michigan. 

I was really nervous, especially since I wasn't able to take more than 200.00 from the ATM. I wasn't sure if the breeder would let me take her home that day. I arrived and explained the situation and she said that was fine. I would Paypal her the rest of the money.

I waited while her two little girls ran to the back to fetch her. They brought her out and I could see her tiny little body being carefully held by the 8 year old girl. Her mother explained a few things to me and then urged her daughter to hand the little puppy over to me.

She gently placed all 2 pounds of her in my hands and my heart burst. I loved her so much in that one moment. She whimpered and wiggled. She was black and white and brindled. I held her to my face and gave her a little kiss.

The two little girls watched intently. There mother asked them what colors she was so she could mark it on the paper work. 

"Let's see, black, white and a little brindle here on the sides," they shouted.

"Okay girls, it's time she leaves now. Say goodbye to the little puppy."

"Goodbye little puppy!" they shouted.

As I was leaving I could hear my puppy's mom barking inside the house, and she started to whimper. I placed her inside the enormous kennel that we had bought for her. Even with the wall divider it was much too big for her, but I knew she would grow into it. Foolishly I had bought puppy sized treats for her, but even the crumbs were too big for her.

I was now responsible for her and have been for the past ten and half years. I still love her with all my heart and I know my time with her is running out. So I am trying to embrace our time together as much as I can. Taking in her scent, holding her close and trying my best to give her a happy life. 

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