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I read in the paper,
A dog was for sale.
A little white boxer,
She didn't have a tail.

I bought her home,
Sitting in my hand.
She seemed so tiny,
But her life was so grand.

We called her Pea Blossom,
This tiny white dog.
We loved her with our heart,
Please look after her God

She travelled with Kathy,
Way out to St George.
Where she live for six months,
And her life began to forge.

Into the one who would love us,
With her heart so much.
Who would show us her feeling,
With a look and a touch.

We all moved to Warwick,
Back in '89.
She loved her house here,
Everything was fine.

She would run through the paddock,
Chasing 'Roos and Hares,
This was the life for her,
In her world, no care.

Her mate moved in with us,
Rebel was his name.
She had heaps of babies,
Everyone had the same.

Personality and love,
That was in her.
If we felt sad and lonely,
One look from her, the cure.

After 15 years of love,
Then came that fateful day.
When our little girl, our dog,
The Lord took her away.

We will alway love you "Boss".
You will always be in our heart,
And now you are gone.
Where do we start?

To remove this hurt and pain,
Of losing you, Boss.
We will never get over the hurt,
And never get over the loss.

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