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My precious baby boy is dead. He wasn’t even one yet. He was suppose to turn one on March the 21st. He’s waiting outside to be buried. He died beside me at 8:30am when I tried to get him to hold up his head. His cries were soft but heard, and he uttered his last meow.
IT’S BEEN OVER A YEAR SINCE I SAW THIS POST I’M SO HAPPY
you know what they say… a dog is a man’s boyfriend. i mean best friend