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Tweety was her name. 18 years old. They think she had a stroke but ran her threw all the tests. We went back to get an update. I picked her up and she looked miserable, something wrong. I told her to let go patted a couple times. She wanted to get down so I put her on her towel and that was that. All over I thought. DW and I cried a bit then she tried to get up. I picked her up she crawled up gave me what I call a kiss then pulled herself over to DW put her paws on her arm,put her head down a few short breaths and a nasty long one gone. Miss her already. Thanks, I needed to get that out of my system. Such a little animal can take us down.
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