My teers ar fawlin'

Evry day I am wating at da dore for my Lady to return. I cry an' I cry an' don't pway wif Vito or nuffin'. Wy did day take her away? Mama tells me, "Arfur, she iz not comin' bak." But I dont beweev her. She hasta come bak. I wiww lay heer an' wate until she duz. Why, mama? Why iz she gon? How com peeple ar meen? Not awl peeple, but sum peeple? I am gwad I do not liv wif meen peeple enny more. Mama an' Papa luv me a hole bunch, an' my Antie Torrie, an' my Unka Mike an' Antie Alice - dey luv me. Eben my Unka Chukklehed luvs me. An' my twolegger brudder Craig - he sez I am hiz fayvorit. Wy duzn't da hole world luv? I am hurtin' so much, an' Mama an' Papa - dey hab broken harts.