Journaling reads: Growing up in a 2 flat in Chicago, I never had a dog or a cat. The closest I got to a pet was a couple of goldfish won at the church carnival that turned silver and died within the year. But my friend Cindy from across the street had a Pekinese named Jeannie (with the light brown hair). After school we would take walks together, the three of us, through the neighborhood streets, ending up at the industrial properties just a few blocks away. Jeannie appreciated the less crowded atmosphere, where she could enjoy her walk and do her business without people staring at her. I remember her fur blowing in the wind when she walked or ran with us. But most of all, I remember my friendship growing up with Cindy, the laughs, the talks, the adventures.
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