We found you lying still, with your entrails strewn about like yesterday's news. It was shocking, horrifying and a petrifying shade of white. In small poufs, your insides were everywhere.
Though in pain, you kept a smile on your face through it all. It was not easy to see your stuffing lying next to you. You were in so much pain and agony, and you pretended that nothing was wrong. You were a fighter.
How did this happen? Who murdered you, in cold poly filling?
It was just to horrific to even view.
And your ear! What happened to it? Could you even hear me screaming your name?
We will always love you, Dear BoBo.
Nothing to do with BoBo, but Ginger has such a sweet ridge...
And on a completely separate note.. Daddy Ryan got a new car... and it is SUH-WEET!
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