We had Moca bid her goodbye. Chelsea fed Moca with her milk as she was growing up. Such motherly love. When we finally handed her over for cremation, I opened up the coffin and bid Chelsea our last goodbye. Ju cried and I was fighting back my tears.
Follow your Lord, Chelsea. Don't get lost. Use your instinct. May you enjoy your life in paradise. We will.miss you. Love you, Chelsea.
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