Christmas eve 1994 Cinnamon was born.
She had a whole lot of brothers and sisters all with Christmas themed names, her name was Bell, but that didnt last for long.
We came to pick her out and looking at her whole family she was the runt, but that's who I chose. Mom painted her nails pink on one foot so we would know it was her when we came back. How ever many weeks later, we came back and took her home.
We originally were going to name her Starr, to keep in the Christmas theme because we (or perhaps I) didn't like Bell. Instead we named her Cinnamon because of her dark coat, cinnamon colored, and because my parents named their two goldens we had when we grew up after spices, Ginger and Sage.
So we kept the tradition going with her.
Today, fourteen years later it is her birthday again, and we decided to start a blog to record the next hundred million years of her life, as a memory.
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Cinnamon, happy birthday to you.
-M & L
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