My dear plushie, Bark bark 

When I was a little ankle biter, or, baby, me and my parents were at a mall in Kiev,Ukraine. We were just strolling through the mall, I was walking with my parents looking into the windows of stores, just trying to form a thought in that little tiny brain of mine, and later as we walked, I noticed...THE DOG. 

For some unknown reason, I was ready to sell my soul for it, it caught my eye immediately! I ran up to the the stand that had many “TY” plushies standing on it, I grabbed the plushie and I just couldn’t let go.My mom then got it for me, she was so confused to why I got so attached to it immediately, but the second I grabbed it I just kept repeating “Bark!Bark!”. If my mom didn’t get me it, I would’ve probably been repeating that line to this day.

Today,I still sleep with this plushie, I never let it go. It has such a deep meaning in my life now that I’ll never be ready to depart from that cute doggo, the amount of memories it holds, the amount of tears of me crying about some stupid things, and the amount of love and joy it carries is infinite. Anytime I look at Bark Bark, good memories and comfort fills my brain. Alright this sounds very sad but I PROMISE to whoever is reading this everything is okay with the little guy, and every second I had this plushie, which is..Uhh..410248800 seconds. Or just,13 years was just me taking it everywhere on adventures, alright thanks for reading!
 

– MZ

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