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I lost my best boy Sunday morning. For the last eight years, he was never far from my side and we took care of each other. I tended to his physical wounds he had as a tiny foundling (in the parking lot of a liquor store in the middle of a thunderstorm) after I adopted him and he took care of my mental wounds, which ran just as deep. He wanted to be wherever I was, always watching and preferably…
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