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My lil dog Bokko (I pronounced it wrong like so <Ba-coco>)

I had her from 2004 to 2015. She was my best friend. She would cuddle with me on my bed, but she could never stay comfortable because I always moved around when trying to go to sleep. She would ask me to pick her up on our long walks by pouncing on my leg, and I would wrap her over my shoulders like she's a living shawl. She had a habit of not wanting to go to certain people she really didn't want to go to, so she would purposely walk to someone else when the disliked party called on her. I would have to be like, "Bokko, don't be like that. You know I'm not the one who called you," and then she'd huff and reluctantly walk over to the disliked party. Whenever we were having trouble trying to find her, the best way to find her was to knock on the wall or some random hard surface and yell, "Come in!" And she would bound out of hiding barking up a storm. It worked every time.

I miss her.