Nikita, among other things.
We had to put my poor Nikita to sleep on Friday morning. She was 14, and I've had her since I was 8. I cried my eyes out when I found out in the afternoon but Rachel and my mom went in there with her. We found a bunch of pictures of her and put them in a frame. All weekend I've been thinking about her, but I know that she was happy with us. I'll
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