We can't remember exactly when you came from the APL to live with us...two...or three...years ago. I guess it doesn't really matter. The only thing that does matter is that it seems like we always loved you. We will miss you, sweet girl.
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I so admire you for taking in dogs like Daisy Mae. It's got to be heart-breaking. But how heart-warming to know she was well-loved in her last years.
There is no greater reward than adopting a senior dog to live out their golden years knowing peace, security & most importantly, unconditional love. Bless you for giving that to Daisy Mae!
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