Tink,
I weel wub you no madder wat. I unnersand, wemembur I hab seezures too. So fawr I hassent wost contwol ub mines bwadder, but mines mommi sez it cood happen. I wub you Tink, fow beddur or wurst...in sikness and in healf. Wemembur dis is not yous falt, otay? Howd dat pwetty head ub youwrs up high be pwood ub yous new lanjuray...dont feewl bad...feewl pwetty.
Oh my toodnez, yous twee iz bootifuwl, wub da burd...I dat 2 wittle burds on mines twee...dem iz fwom my gwandma and gwandpa...I neber got a canz to meet dem, mommi sez dey is in heaben now...but dey iz watchin ober me awl da time. Mewwy Cwistmaz Tink, Wub, Winson
__________________ As Ever, Kathy 
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