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and I still look for you when I get home I still find myself thinking, “I don’t need to eat all this chicken, I should save some for Max.” I called to you to day to come get cheese. I … Continue reading
I fear the end is near. My Max, my precious angel, is not acting at all like himself. He’s restless, and panting, and even after a pain pill, he just won’t settle. He has little interest in food, except … Continue reading