Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? My sweet little baby sister is gone already, just when I was starting to like her!
Last week, I was jealous, but I got over that. See, Poppa held the baby, and that made me jealous.
But Momma held me, so that was okay.
Poppa named the baby Daisy. She had pretty black eyes.
She had a Scotty dog on her back! That was so funny!
She only weighed 5 ounces! That’s like just bornded! But she had teef and sticky-up ears, so she was prolly 4 weeks old, Momma said.
Momma asted me if Daisy could play wif one of my toys, and I said yes, but she didn’t feel like it.
I asted her what was wrong, but she couldn’t say. She only knew a few words yet, like Help! Momma! Poppa! Milk! and I love you.
I asted her if she wanted to play, but she didn’t.
She must have got feeling better inna night, because I woke up one day and she was gone! Momma said she went to that Rainbow Bridge that Granny and Sweetie Pie went to. When I go, I sure will have a lot of friends there!
I keep forgetting and looking for her, and Momma has to remind me that she’s gone. Momma and Poppa keep crying, so they didn’t want her to go. I didn’t want her to go, too. I miss her.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you have a sister? Little or big?