
She died last year.
In her honor, we hung new brick red curtains in the pattern of a twisted teardrop. A gold-flecked paisley.
![]() Our bichon cockapoo owned the living room, our full-size sofa was her personal bed. She curled up on the soft back cushions and watched our neighbors skateboard and shovel snow. No matter the season, she bathed in the sun like a cat. She died last year. In her honor, we hung new brick red curtains in the pattern of a twisted teardrop. A gold-flecked paisley.
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