Rosie was my little sister. She came to live in the house about six months after I did. Today would be her tenth birthday if she had lived.
Since I am a Japanese Chin and I look a little like Rosie. Sometimes I get called Rosie and not Olivia. It used to irritate me. Until I realize how much my people loved her. I never got to meet Rosie. I came to live with my people after she died. If she had lived my people would have never rescued me. So in a way I am grateful to her. Sometimes I hear my people say. "I miss Rosie" She must have been a really special girl.
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