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im making my grandmother a winter coat for her dog. my sewing teacher asked me how lowla was. i said i didnt want to talk about it and i couldnt hold back the tears. i just started crying, how long is this going to torture me. no one even touch her cage, because its staying there for a long time. if someone tries to take it away from me or clean it out, i will go Phsyco on you and i mean it