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To my dog, Denver, dying of Bone Cancer. Turned five years old May 14th, 2024. Diagnosed with Inoperable Advanced Stage Bone Cancer July 31st, 2024. Each day together we have left is a blessing. No dog ever loved me this much and nor have I thought possible to love a dog on this level.I release you to the sky to fields of barkless cloudsand butterfly windsdances in cool watersacross Frisbee-kissed HorizonsIt'll be a long road to acceptingthat Heaven called you back, short of Angels. Dedicated to all those who lost a fur baby
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To my dog, Denver, dying of Bone Cancer. Turned five years old May 14th, 2024. Diagnosed with Inoperable Advanced Stage Bone Cancer July 31st, 2024. Each day together we have left is a blessing. No dog ever loved me this much and nor have I thought possible to love a dog on this level.I release you to the sky to fields of barkless cloudsand butterfly windsdances in cool watersacross Frisbee-kissed HorizonsIt'll be a long road to acceptingthat Heaven called you back, short of Angels. Dedicated to all those who lost a fur baby
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To my dog, Denver, dying of Bone Cancer. Turned five years old May 14th, 2024. Diagnosed with Inoperable Advanced Stage Bone Cancer July 31st, 2024. Each day together we have left is a blessing. No dog ever loved me this much and nor have I thought possible to love a dog on this level.I release you to the sky to fields of barkless cloudsand butterfly windsdances in cool watersacross Frisbee-kissed HorizonsIt'll be a long road to acceptingthat Heaven called you back, short of Angels. Dedicated to all those who lost a fur baby
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