"Lotta"

08.05.1967 - 12.04.1981
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Breeder: Saga Lindeberg, Lojo
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Owner: Anna-Stina Wahlström
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As long as I can remember I´ve always wanted a dog. My parents did not always share my opinion, because they realized that the main responsibility for the dog would be theirs. When I was seven years old I asked my parents if I could have a dog of my own if I saved money enough to buy it. This time their answer was yes. I suppose they were quite sure that I would not be patient enough to save so much money. But I was longing for a dog and about two years later I had gathered enough money that we could start to look for a puppy. My parents could no longer stop me , because they had promised me that if I had the money I would be free to buy a dog. But I had to respectat their opinions about the sex and the breed of the dog; the dog had to be a quite small and a bitch. In June 1967 we went to Lojo and bought my first own dog, the cockerbitch Lotta. Although I was the owner of Lotta, she was the entire family´s dog, loved by everyone. Lotta was my best friend during the years I grew up. She was always happy to see me, even if I hadn´t been away from home more than a couple of minutes. She was the perfect listener, who always looked at me with her melancolic eyes and took part in both happy and sad stories. I was happy to have Lotta with me for almost fourteen years. I never forget her look the last time we saw each other. Her eyes told me: Don´t be sad mom, this is not good bye, it is just farwell. See you again.
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ROOM IN MY HEART
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Sorrow fills a barren space;
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I close my eyes and see your face
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and think of times you made me laugh
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the love we shared , the bond we had ,
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the special way I needed you-
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the friendship shared by just we two
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Your pain and suffering came to an end,
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you told me don´t cry for me, my person, my friend.
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Think of the living - those souls with fur
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(some who bark and some who purr)
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And though our bond can´t be broken apart,
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you begged me to make room for another in my home and my heart.
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