Tripod
We got you when i was seven years old. You grew with me and played with me. Where ever i moved you were there you there threw the two day football practice i would come and you would wake as you were waiting for me. We cried together when xena died and you got me through. When left for basic trainning it was like you came to. You were a though three legged son of bitch that everyone loved but nobody will ever have the special bonds we shared. Im sorry i couldnt be there for you at your last hour cause i was fighting a wae for reasons you couldnt understand but now you have for legs to run beside god.Tell Spaz, Dobby and Xena i miss them them and meet me at the light someday soon i ll bring the tennis ball you bring the friendship rip bingo aka TRIPOD
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