Shania became ours when she was just 6 weeks old.
She was so small, she fit in Ron's shirt pocket.
She entertained and amused us from day one.
Shania was a diva for sure and she liked to talk and sing.
Dressing up put a swag in her step, she turned many a head.
Anyone that saw her, well they just smiled
(even grumpy old truckers melted at a glance.)
Just days after her 13th birthday
3 years ago, she crossed that rainbow bridge.
I hope she's waiting for me, I miss her so.
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